One Night of Passion

Richard sipped at the glass of red wine cupped in his hands. He breathed heavily to calm his nerves. Finally she was his, the blonde-haired beauty, the angel, Alexis. Richard had always wanted her, from the first day he saw her, and he knew she was the perfect woman for him. A perfect fit of body and soul. He was captivated by her angelic look and sweet voice that caressed his ears every time she spoke. He had first observed her whilst sitting in his parked car outside the local library; she was walking her dog at the time. Richard already knew who she was; everybody did. Alexis was a socialite, known for the extravagant parties she held at her grand manor estate, inherited from her late father, the oil tycoon Brendan Drum.

Richard placed the glass down on the coffee table next to the wine bottle and slumped back into the sofa. The roaring fireplace in front of him had several little dancing flames, gracefully moving like ballerinas. Richard brushed a few specs of dust from the collar of his suit; it had been a while since he had last worn it. It wasn’t very often that Richard ventured out to see people; he was something of a recluse, he’d never had many friends and his family lived a great distance away. He stared into the fire, thinking just how lucky he was to be there, in the home of Alexis Drum, awaiting for her to return from her room, she had gone up to her room to, in her own words, slip into something more comfortable. Richard couldn’t wait, he had dreamed and fantasised about this moment for a long time. He brought himself forward and poured another glass of wine, which he hastily drank, then poured himself another.

Richard then glanced down at his watch, she had been upstairs for fifteen minutes now, maybe he should go up there, or would it be to hasty of him, to suddenly barge in and spoil the mood that he had worked all night to create. He took another sip of wine, what if he made a mistake in the bedroom? What if he couldn’t get it up? No, he thought, he had to clear his mind of those thoughts, the more he worried about those matters, the more likely they were to happen. He took another sip, followed by a mouthful of wine. He stared at the remainder left in the glass, just about a mouthful left now. He bit his lip and thought for a moment, he then came to the decision that after he had drank the wine, he would go up to her, she clearly must have been waiting for him.

Richard glanced down at his watch, twenty minutes now, it was time to act. He downed the rest of the wine and put the glass back on the table. He then raised himself from the sofa and followed the scent of Alexis all the way to her room. He stopped outside the bedroom door and closed his eyes. He inhaled through his nose, the scent of her expensive perfume lingered in the air. A smile then stretched across his face, he took the handle in hand and twisted it slowly. He pushed the door open and entered the room.

Upon the bed was Alexis, her naked body had a thin silk sheet sprawled across it. All along the sheet were spatters of red; they got heavier and thicker as they moved in the direction of her head. There was a long slash along her throat, her chest was caked in blood and her eyes were dead set. Richard approached the bed and stared at her beauty. He gently removed the silk sheet from her body and marvelled at her naked body. Perfection, he thought. He then licked his lips and removed his tie.

“Now then my sweet” He said, “I’ve waited for this, now let’s have fun…”