Sometimes you just have to wait. Hunting is just that way, pick a good spot, one that your prey is likely to visit and wait for them. A good hunter is patient. No better place to wait then the place they call home. They will feel safe and secure. They will let their defenses down. A good hunter is clever and can out think their prey. I sat in her living room, I sat behind the couch, out of sight from the front door. I wanted to be sure I could get up at a moments notice when she came home.

I had been there for three hours waiting, she was late. A good hunter knows their prey’s schedule and habits. She was due home two hours ago, it was her night to do laundry, but she always came home first. My plan had been to ambush her before her laundry, no one would miss her for a few hours then, she knew no one at the laundromat, save for me. I had begun to think that perhaps she blown off our little meeting by accident when I saw a car pull into her spot. It was not her car, she drove a blue Volvo, this was something sporty.

I watched with interest through the window as the driver got out, crossed over to the passenger side and held open the door for her. A man, a new boyfriend perhaps. It made no difference to me, the equation had changed and I had to carefully rewrite my plan. I stood and crossed the room, heading towards the patio door, when I saw through the glass a family struggling to control their wayward puppy. I could not clip past them without being seen. I was stuck. The apartment was not small, but it would be extremely difficult to hide in, especially from two people.

Unless the couple went directly to the bedroom I would be found quickly. Perhaps only she would come inside, the boyfriend was new after all. I quickly ducked into the bedroom, and hid in the closet, waiting to see what my prey would do. They stopped at the doorstep, talking sweet nothings for a moment. I could hear their hushed voices. He was plying his charm, attempting to gain entrance into the apartment and then the bedroom. She was applying the brakes, just to slow it down a little. The game lasted no more than two minutes but it seemed an eternity for me.

I sat silently in the closet hoping that her virtue would win over his lust. In the end my hopes of her strong virtue came through. She told him firmly that she would see him tomorrow at work and then retreated inside the front door. This would actually work to my advantage, when they found her body, he would be a prime suspect. I smiled a big toothy grin and awaited her arrival.

I was anticipating her arrival in the bedroom, my excitement growing with each moment. I wanted to savor it, the feeling before the actual kill is my favorite part. She wandered through her apartment, turning on lights as she went, humming some unrecognizable tune. She came into the bedroom and dropped her purse on the bed, she was about to take her cell out and make a call when I struck.

As I threw open the door to the closet her eyes went wide, her jaw dropped a fraction of an inch, and the cell phone fell from her fingers, landing neatly back into the purse. I was on her in a flash, my knife coming down in a wide arc. It was over quickly, too quickly. I will have to find another one, maybe tonight.