Kill

One

Someone's gonna die tonight.

Lauren decided that already, clutching the picture of the target in her hands. She pulled her knife and her pistol -her backup plan in case she backs out from the main. She's trembling. She had thought about this over and over again, and no one is stopping her now.

She grabbed her things, pulled her black hoodie over her black fitted shirt. She tucked the gun under her jacket and headed outside.

-

Camila is shaking. She stared at the cutter in her right hand, glancing over the blood in her left arm. She let out a stifled laugh. She cleared her vision from the tears trying to escape her eyes as she whispered an almost prayer.

Visions of her dying, writhing to the ground crossed her mind for the umpteenth time. Her life slowly leaving her body. When is this going to end?

Soon. She thought.

-

Lauren stood there, waiting for the train. Her grip tightened around the picture. You're gonna die. She repeated in her head. Because you f*****g deserve to.

The train is coming and she's more than ready.

-

Camila has been running for couple of minutes now. The left sleeve of her gray hoodie tucked in its pocket in attempt to hide the blood. Her vision's blurry. She's running out of breath. And she almost swears this is what dying feels like.

She entered the subway station in a hazy movement. She knows she could fall at any moment but the adrenaline is keeping her going.

-

Lauren is having second thoughts. The train will be there in a minute and she's planning to back out. Maybe use the gun or something instead. She gripped the gun under her hoodie, as if to check if it's still there.

No. This is it. No turning back.

She braced herself as she heard the train coming near.

-

Camila smiled. She can hear the train now and her mind drifted afar. She thought of moving back to Canada and live there for a while. Or she could head back to Amsterdam and use her house there instead.

Something just doesn't sit well with her. It's as if something is not right. She can't put her tongue to what it is but she felt like something is off.

Did she just killed the wrong person?

She pushed her left sleeve further down the pocket of her hoodie unconsciously. Her right hand gripping her bag pack.

She shouldn't have been that messy. She knew she can do better than that, but her last kill just really didn't gave her any option. He was so cocky and Camila can't stop herself from cutting him over and over again.

But it doesn't feel right.

-

Lauren threw the picture in the air. Her teeth gritting in anger. No. She's not backing up now. The train is almost here and she's not gonna be a coward this time.

She braced herself, taking a deep breath. The picture in the air with her own face plastered flying to nowhere.

She prepared to jump. She needs to die.

-

Lauren braced herself for the impact. For the pain. For the nothingness. Her eyes shut tight. Until she felt a loud smack in her cheeks.

"What the f**k?" And that's not Lauren's voice.

She stared at the girl in front of her. What is happening? She's supposed to be dead by now. But she was alive. She is alive.

The guard run towards them, whistling them to stop. Apparently, they had gathered attention when Lauren attempted to jump in front of the train, and this girl pulled her back.

"Run!" The girl pulled her running towards the exit. People were looking at them but no one bothered to stop them. In two minutes, they lost the guard and they headed towards the gate.

-

Camila stared at the girl. She was out in her thoughts, waiting for the train when the girl beside her attempted to jump. With her reflexes, she pulled her back. The girl just stood there eyes shut, prompting Camila to slap her in the face.

They're outside now and she realized she's still holding the other girl's hand. She pulled the girl by her collar and slipped her hands under the other girl's hoodie, slightly grazing her stomach.

Lauren stood there surprised. Was this girl making a move on her? She stood shocked, unable to do anything. Their bodies are so close that she can feel the other girl's breath. She stood there dumbfounded. Until she felt a cold barrel being removed from body.

The next thing she saw was her gun disappearing under the other girl's clothes. She took my gun. She realized, but not so fast that she was being turned around, her back facing the other girl.

This time, the knife tucked behind her jeans was pulled out, and when she looked back, it was being pushed down to the other girl's high cut converse.

"Camila." The other girl stared at Lauren as she gripped her bag pack strap.

Lauren isn't sure what she means. She stared at the girl, her face contorting in confusion. It's not her name so what does she m-

Oh.

"I'm Lauren." She replied.

"Let's go get ice cream." Camila said.

-

"Cookie dough." Lauren replied when Camila asked for her order. They sat at the table near the window, watching the city lights from a distance.

Camila's wrist watch lit up and signaled that it's 7pm already. The cops should have found the dead body by now. She smiled at the thought.

"You want to die?" She asked Lauren.

"I-uh, well, yeah." She stuttered. Is this girl seriously asking her something like this as if it's nothing?

"It's okay. I kill. Do you want me to kill you?" Her brown eyes stared at Lauren's green, widening in horror and surprise.

"Wh-what?"

"I said I kill. I can help you if you want?" Camila shrugged innocently, as if offering Lauren to help her with her homework.

"I don't kill anyone who isn't in my list though, and so far, I believe I had killed enough for this decade." Camila shared.

Lauren just sat there, mouth slightly open. She gulped, and looked anywhere but Camila. This decade? How old is she?

"Do you have anywhere to go?" She asked Lauren, dragging her away from her thoughts.

"I-I stay at a motel. I dont- I mean, I was kicked out from my apartment and I had to-"

"Come with me then." Camila said, pulling Lauren up.

"My ice cream's not yet finished!" Lauren exclaimed.

-

Wow. Lauren glanced at the flat, amazed. This girl looks younger than her. She's wondering what her parents do for them to afford this luxurious space.

It's not that huge. Probably 3 bedrooms. The living room doesn't have a couch, but bean bags scattered everywhere the carpeted floor. A large flat screen was mounted above the fireplace, and her attention was caught by the balcony. She walked over the area and saw the city view.

When she walked back the living room, she saw Camila placing her bag pack down then proceeded in removing her hoodie. She blushed seeing the girl just in her bra and jeans. She noticed the splatters of blood covering the girl's body.

"I'm taking a shower. Do you want to come?" She smirked at Lauren.

"In the shower?" Lauren asked, pointing to herself.

"Yeah?" Camila asked back.

Lauren gulped but walked towards Camila.

"I mean, I could like-do like-"

"That's your room." Camila pointed at the nearest door.

"Oh."

"Yeah. Go take a shower. There should be clothes there. And fresh towels."

Lauren eyed Camila's backside as she walked towards what Lauren assumed was her room. She eyed Camila's butt, wondering who sculpted that wonderful body. She's almost drooling. She was curious about the blood stains, but she didn't question the girl. She thinks she knows better than to do that.

-

Something is off. Camila is sure about that. She was sure it was him. She was sure that the mark on his back is the same mark she's been hunting for the past century. That should be him.

Is it possible she killed the wrong person?

She turned the shower off and headed to her closet. She pulled the large book hidden behind the closet's compartment. She went out the living room just in her large shirt and panties. She took her Polaroid camera out from the bag with the picture she took just awhile ago.

She added the picture to the large book. It was the picture of the same half moon birth mark she had been hunting for years. Hundred of years.

She picked up a marker and labeled the picture.

Chris, soulmate 2017.

-

Camila went in the guest room. She can hear the shower running so she sat by the bed and waited. She's curious. She never let anyone near her. What's with Lauren that draws the girl to her?

Lauren came out the shower in her towel-clad body. She blushed furiously seeing Camila and her long legs sprawled across the bed. The grip in her towel tightened as Camila eyed her, biting her lower lip.

"What are you- I mean, why are you here?" Lauren asked.

"It's my house."

"Fair point. I mean, in this room?"

"It's mine too."

"Camila." Lauren's tone reprimanding.

"Lauren." Camila teased back.

Lauren just rolled her eyes and went to pick up the clothes she chose a while ago. She headed back to the bathroom deciding to change there instead. She pulled her wet hair into a messy bun.

"Oh my God!" Lauren clutched her chest in surprise.

She almost bumped into Camila who is standing directly at the bathroom door while she's heading out. She stumbled backwards and almost fell.

Almost. Because Camila's fast reflexes pulled her back, their bodies colliding in the process.

"Let's eat." Camila said, pulling her by her hand.

-

"You collect wines?" Lauren asked curiously, eyeing Camila's massive bottle collection.

"They're empty. They're just bottles." She answered.

Lauren just nodded. The bottles look like they're from the 1800s and Lauren once again wondered what Camila's parents do.

"Where are your parents?" She asked instead.

"They're gone." Camila replied, motioning for Lauren to sit down.

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's okay. It was a long time ago."

"Do you live here alone?"

"I did."

Lauren wondered what she meant by that. She was about to ask when-

"You're living here now, aren't you?" Camila smirked.

-

Lauren stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. She stared at the weird bulbs circling the white one. Red. Yellow. Blue. Primary colors, Lauren wondered. She glanced at the switch beside the door. Why would she want a red colored room? She decided on sticking out to white.

It was a long day. She can't believe she's still alive after attempting to kill herself. She would have been dead if it wasn't for Camila. Why is this girl helping her?

Camila's feature went back to her head. The long legs that could stretch for miles, those captivating brown eyes, and oh God, her lips, they're so full and it makes Lauren wants to kiss-

Stop.

Lauren reprimanded herself for thinking that way. She barely knew the girl. But she can't just ignore the fact that this girl is definitely turning her on.

She squeezed her legs in an attempt to lessen the aching between them. f**k Lauren. You are so inappropriate.

She busied herself scanning the room instead. There is a large bookshelf filled with books. It's five rows and five columns, she noticed. She stared at the door, noticing embossed numbers on it. She walked towards the door and traced her fingers to the numbers.

128

64

32

16

8

4

2

1

She moved back and checked the books. Some are new and some looked like they had been printed centuries ago. She didn't touch them, afraid they'll break if she does. The whole guest room screamed mystery, and Lauren found herself being excited of unraveling them.

-

Camila opened the book again. She stared at the familiar but not so familiar faces. She run her hand over some older pictures, almost faded by time. The very first one brought back memories.

Alfredo, soulmate 1845.

-End of Chapter One-