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The night air was chilled and foreboding. Like a bird of prey he sat in his truck ready to strike. He knew there was something wrong with him. But he decided long ago not to care. No one knew the danger that lurked underneath his dark blue eyes. They never would discover his nature if he had anything to do with it. His leather gloved hands gripped tightly to the steering wheel. And the dark black sunglasses hid the monster in those eyes.

That’s when he saw her. She was 5’10, long brown hair, and innocent eyes. He watched as she came absentmindly and waved him down. He rolled down his window as she walked over to his truck. “Excuse me, my tires blown and I was wondering if I could ask for you help.” He hiked his glasses up on his short blond hair and let her see his dazzling eyes. He looked around at the now deserted parking lot and smiled. “Sure why not?”

He knelt down next to her tire. Taking off his leather jacket he revealed a tight black shirt. “Do you have a spare?” he asked. He smiled as she opened the trunk and pulled one out. He stood up slowly as she turned to close her trunk. Her gasps were muffled by his leather gloves over her mouth. He fought with her desperately until he was sitting on top of her on the ground.

Her now fear stained eyes looked up at him as the grip on her neck became tighter. He always wondered what flashed through his victim’s minds as they took their last breath. He often wondered what he would think if he was in their position. Her now innocent eyes were no longer filled with life as they were moments before. As he stood up off her slender body he looked sharply around. No one in sight. This was his seventh murder and no one had caught him. They always found the bodies but they never caught him.

He took extra care this time loading the body in the back of his truck. As he hopped into his seat he struggled with the thought of where to bury her. He smiled as the thought crepted to his mind. Perfect, he thought.

~*~

He wiped the last of the dirt off his forehead and headed off back to his truck. He wiped off the rest of the edvidence and headed home. As his house came into view he smiled. The police would laugh if they knew how he lived his life day after day. As he opened the door, light suddenly flooded into every corner of the room. “Levin!” Levin turned his head and looked at the woman in front of him. His wife.