"I'm Sorry I Killed You."

Michelle Grant, a science teacher, walked hastily down the cracked pavement, towards the large apartment building in front of her. She coughed many times, covering her mouth with a mixed hand, as nearby was a factory, letting off black smoke. She hated the fact that her boyfriend had to live in the unpleasant area of town. Right now, she hated her boyfriend in general. She had found out something about him, something that would have a major effect on their relationship.

She closed in on the tall building, made of vandalized brown bricks, and cringed at the drawings and writings on the wall. Michelle's slender figure was covered by a white suit, white heels clicking loudly on the breaking pavements. Michelle didn't feel safe in this type of area, as it was obvious she didn't come from such a neighbourhood, yet she was certain that once she had broken up with her partner, she will never have to come back here again. She would feel safe in her large home with her brothers and start looking for another boyfriend, in between marking her students books and tests. But that was something she enjoyed.

Finally, she entered the building, and took the stairs up to the eighth floor. She would have used the elevator, but whenever she did, it always had a nasty surprise waiting for her. Kids throwing paint, spraying water, even setting up stink bombs just to name a few. Michelle didn't want to think about those things now anyway. She had something to settle.

The stairs cracked, the railings falling apart, Michelle stumbled up the building. Stained brown doors and small dark eyes were ignored as the woman finally made it to the eighth floor. Her boyfriend's door was slightly cleaner than all the others, maybe because he wanted Michelle to feel more at home with him, starting with a clean door. A brown hand knocked on the wood and Michelle waited for an answer. After about a minute waiting, Michelle remembered she had brought along her key to his home. Rummaging through her white handbag, she found the silver key and was about to put it in the lock when the door swung open. She looked up with confident green eyes, while he looked down with confused brown ones.

"Michelle?" the medium pitched voice of the man said.

Michelle quickly regained posture, straightening out her suit. "I need to talk to you." she said, walking past the man.

"No hello?" the man said. Michelle leaned on the recycled couch, while the man walked opposite her and leaned on the kitchen counter. "What's so important then?"

"You." Michelle replied. The man looked a little taken aback. "Yes James, you."

James Brunt looked around his flat, trying to think what he could have done this time. Finally, his eyes met with that of his angry girlfriend. "No idea."

"Don't give me that!" Michelle snapped, surprising James. Michelle rarely got angry, especially with him. She was even known as one of the 'nice teachers' by her students, the one everyone wanted to have. But no more nice teacher. "You know what you've done! And what I find even worse is that you couldn't tell me, or even give yourself to the police!"

"Woah, what did I do?"

"You're a murderer!"

The words pierced James like he had just been shot in the heart. Michelle, his girlfriend, calling him a murderer of all things. He was about to speak, but Michelle wasn't finished just yet. "Don't try to deny it either! I caught you two nights ago, killing that lady who ripped off your mask." James only went pale for a second, before he made his way around the counter, the woman still rambling on at him. "I couldn't believe it was you at first, I didn't believe, yet after a while it sunk it. The way you act nervous and jumpy around police, the way you seem so quiet and resistant when opening up, it was clear you were hiding something big from me, and I'm sure that this is it." James only stared coldly at Michelle, sending a chill down her spine. "That's why I have to break up with you." she continued hesitantly. "And if you don't turn yourself in, then I will for you."

James still stared. Michelle looked awfully uncomfortable. "You sounded much more confident at the start of your ramble." James said. "Having second thoughts?" Michelle quickly shook her head, fearful at James' sudden change in character. Almost murderous.

"James-" she began, but was cut off when he suddenly pulled out a large kitchen knife.

"You've said all you need to." James smirked. "Now it's my turn." He used his finger to trail the sharp edge of the blade, careful not to cut himself. "So you're right, you should become a detective, although it was more luck you just happened to stumble on me like that."

"Why, James?"

He shrugged. "The way I was raised? TV I've watched? The fact that I don't like women pushing me around? I really don't know."

"So just because some people get under your skin doesn't mean you have to turn all Jack the Ripper on them!"

James burst out laughing. An evil, cold, threatening laugh. "Oh Michelle, always finding humour in the strangest of situations. That's why I love you." He balanced the knife on his finger, walking towards Michelle. As the knife was about to drop, he skilfully caught it by the black handle. "And believe me, I still love you." His hand shot out and grabbed Michelle's wrist, pulling her to him. Their noses touched, their lips less than an inch away. Yet James completely ignored that fact, and pulled her wavy brown hair behind her ear. A small gold hoop was attached to the bottom of the ear. James didn't notice this as he began to nibble and lick her ear. Michelle silently took the pleasure, waiting for James to do something else. He stopped nipping and placed his lips right next to her ear. "That's why," he whispered. "I have to kill you."

Michelle screamed, pulling away for the door before James stabbed her in the back. She was breathing heavily, reaching for the door handle, but James was too quick for her. He grabbed her by her throat and pushed her against the wall. His hand moved to her shoulder, the other hand holding the knife to her stomach. "James, please don't kill me." Michelle whimpered, feeling tears in her eyes. "I'll do anything. I won't tell the police. We can get back together. Things don't have to be like this! Please, please James, we can be a couple like old times, forget about all this, start anew! That's what we've always done! James, please! I lo-"

Michelle was interrupted. Tears falling down her cheeks, she looked up with wide eyes at James, who stood emotionless over her. "James..." she squeaked. Without another sound, she tumbled to the floor, lifeless. Red blood stained her suit and the wall where James had stabbed her. He bent down, leaning his head over hers, kissing her cold lips.

"I'm sorry I killed you." James said, ascending to the kitchen sink, washing the knife of all evidence. He dried it and put it back in the draw. "But I couldn't let you tell. I couldn't take any chances." He went into his room, packed all his things, took his passport, and went over to the entrance, glancing down at his murdered girlfriend. "I still love you though."

Then his face cracked into a smile, and he burst out laughing, leaving his home and Michelle, for good.

Oh look, there's a second chapter! If you thought this chapter was bad, the next is going to... well... it's worse, okay? It's rated M, so beware or be sick.

Anywhom, hoped you enjoyed my semi-scary story full of blood-lust! Leave a review for us, won't you?