2 Chapters 5-8

Chapter 5

l had not been to the airport in years— yet there I stood again.

"I can not believe the two round-trip tickets to San Diego are only $300!" I tell Miranda.

"You said road trip…haha, I hope we are back in time for school on Monday."

"Wednesday," I correct her, "Its a 4 day weekend. Do not worry we will have fun."

She looks at me and our eyes lock. Her smile forces my face to smile— funny how that works.

We giggle.

"Flight 121 to San Diego now boarding," we hear over the intercom.

"Thats us lets go!" I tell her.

"Do you think the TSA officer thought we were terrorist or something since we didn't have any luggage?"

"You mean the fat guy that looks like Peter Griffin? No I think he still thinking about the

last time he saw his own dick," I jokingly say.

"He did look at me funny— like some kind of pervert,"

"You Miranda? haha.. I do not see why he would even want to look at you!"

"Oh my god you are so mean," she says with her eyes wide open and a gasp; she knew full well It was only a joke.

'I hate planes. The loss of control, putting your life in the hands of another, and not knowing whether the if the man cockpit knew where he is heading; maybe he is drunk, incompetent, or dead.'

'Why should I trust another with my life? Why should I make myself vulnerable to another?'

As we sat tandem to each other on the plane, it took off, and we were on our way.

We joked around for a bit— made fun of the fat TSA guy some more—pretended to be German tourists saying stuff like "Silly Americans with das camera and das socks always looking so silly ja?" in a german accent loud enough so people could hear, but now Miranda fell asleep on my shoulder.

The longer she slept the more it seemed she got tighter and tighter to my body gripping me like a teddy bear. Her warm chest inhaling and exhaling pushing up against my body without missing a beat, it is a metronome 1..2..3..4..1..2..3..4..1..2..3..4..1..2..3..4.

I just stare—watch—observe, and I fall asleep too.

Chapter 6

I awaken in my bed. Or at least I think it is my bed.

I see a girl with honey colored hair staring at me with her eyes like emeralds.

Piercing my veil maybe—- looking through me.

She greets me with, "Morning sleepy," and a pearl white smile.

"Amber?" I say confused.

"Haha you forgot my name already?"

Chapter 7

'I remember one dream; My first kill.'

'She a mere child no older then 16— nothing pleased me more—- nothing hurt me more.'

'I choked her to death with my own two hands.'

'Choking is so intimate— watching someones life gasp away; in the movies choking is quick in real life it takes many minutes.'

'I can not recall her face no matter how hard I try. I loved watching her blue eyes; they yearned for life and they forgave me, when she saw the last of her existence. I cried tears of sadness, and of pleasure.'

'It is not the last life I took.'

'In different realities, I have taken many.'

Chapter 8

"Kathrine Erlich and Zach Erlich meet your cousin William Daniels Erlich.", Aunty introduced us.

We were born in the same year; all three of us were fifteen at the time.

They did look much like me; Zach with his brown hair, night blue eyes that seem like glass, his square jaw, and already muscular body.

Kat with her light brown hair, aquamarine eyes that devoured whomever they stared down.

'Although, if you ignore my black hair, I looked more like Zach with my muscular jaw, fit body, and blue eyes.'

'The truth is, I seemed to be more of a twin to Kat then Zach in both personality and appearance. I did not know it from the beginning though; she hated me at first.'

"Hi, how are you all?" My aunt looked at me intrigued but not surprised that I spoke in English.

"Good," Kat says as she quickly shakes my hand cordially and walks away.

'So much attitude' I thought to myself.

My aunt walks after Kat to argue in hushed tones.

"Do you play football," Zach asks.

"Yeah of course I'm a great midfielder."

Zach rolls his eyes, "American Football dumb ass"

"No"

"How do you expect to get laid as much as I do," He says, 'obviously not knowing what he is talking about, but I'll play along.'

"Yeah which of the three holes do you stick it in?"

He looks at me confused, "Umm? All of them of course," the words come out nervously.

'Fucking dumb ass, most of our conversations would go on much like that one.'

Soon I would start my junior year of American high school. Or as I call it a "fucking public money dump."

'American High Schools are shit.'

I need something to pass the time.

In the neighborhood, lives a cute seventeen year old girl. On her head rests brown curly hair that falls to her shoulders; brown eyes like a doe all confused and glazed peeping from her smoothed face.

She has the nicest body. More then I can ever handle at sixteen, but she makes me feel "funny things"— stuff I have not felt before.

I study her day after day watching her patterns through the living room window which faced outside towards the main neighborhood road. The neighborhood is simple: gated with one main road, a pool, and a few cul de saqs sprinkled throughout, so in a 30 minute walk I would see her maybe 3 times.

She loves her dog to death. In the mornings on every Saturday, she walks it without fail. This girl

always looks around enjoys the pure system of things. Nature and shit she is one of "those people"—-I assume. Correctly.

Sometimes she lugs around books on philosophy. 'I think I have enough material to make my move.'

It only took me two weeks.

I know I will I see her walking her dog today. I wait in front of my mailbox as if to pick up mail. She starts walking her dog like clockwork. I finally approach her.

"Oh what a beautiful dog can I pet him?"

Amanda Smiles, "Yeah of course!"

"You are Amanda right?"

Puzzled she asks, "Yes how do you know?!"

"Haha I'm not a stalker or anything, my cousin Zach is always talking dirty about you like as if you are one oh his conquests! What an idiot I hate him. I know a pretty girl like you wouldn't stoop so low."

"Oh gross I hate him too. He is still basically a little kid on the inside."

I look down at the ground "I'm not from America; we don't camp much in Germany," I make eye contact with her, "Every time I want to go camping and enjoy nature he will not come!"

I see the excitement in her eyes as she says, "Really? I love the outdoors."

I know.

"No way haha! I just love how things work; how simple life should be. Tree and nature, dogs and instinct… man and woman."

"I agree," She nods.

"You want to go camping with me?" I shrug.

She smiles, blushes, and bites her lip, "yes…" I basically had her whenever I wanted her that summer.

I would go "camping" (fucking in the woods), or I would just visit her when her parents were not around. Once, However, she wanted to do it at my aunts house.

I hear a knocking on the front door. Nobody is home. Everyone has a key. Who could it be this late at night?

I admit I am a little scare. The knocking gets louder. I think of the explosion. The one that refined everything. My world becomes darkness… sadness.. a shroud. Why me? All I hear is the silence a calm before a storm.

"WILLIAM! I KNOW YOU'RE THERE OPEN UP!" I hear a girl say and it snaps me back to reality.

I open the door. Amanda is standing there in a bright summer dress with flats. She looks amazing.

"Hi there!?" I say puzzled.

She looks at me, "I want you now!"

The door is slammed behind her. Her body reaches out towards mine. Her lips meet mine and she pushes me towards the couch.

I fall on the couch laying down— smiling up at her as she quickly undresses. I quickly unbuckle my pants. She mounts me in a missionary position.

I hear a noise at the door. I and Amanda's bear bodies are together, and as I am about to climax, the door opens.

I open my eyes and look over Amanda's shoulder as I ejaculate— I let out a low groan, like moan and see someone standing at the door surprised.

It is Kat.

Kat slams the door, "WILLIAM WHAT THE FUCK!".