I had to
give up on my search the previous night. I couldn't find him
anywhere. He seemed to be always one step ahead of me. I awoke with a
headache, too many sleepless nights. Filled with frustration I rose
to greet the day. Unbelievably sunny out today, so bright it felt
like daggers were piercing my eyes. Another day of facing the idiots
and the whiners. Great. I kiss my husband goodbye as he leaves for
work. If he only knew this secret life I lead. I chuckle to myself
but he hears it. “Someone's in a good mood this morning” he
comments.

“It's
such a beautiful day out!” I exclaim. Ugh, I hate pretending. That
is why I live for the nights, when I can unleash the inner me and let
it wander where it wants. There are no limitations at night.

Work
seems abnormally busy for a Monday. Hopefully I could keep myself
restrained and not voice what I really think. I'm good at my job,
which sucks. I get all the high volume registers. That's right, I am
a cashier. A pretty normal facade if I may say so myself. Express
lane again. Could this day get any better? I wonder how many people I
will get who will look at me in surprise and say they didn't realize
it was 20 items or less. Oh to have my knife with me. I would happily
slit their throat for them and alleviate the world of one less idiot.
Like they really pulled a fast one on me, getting in the express lane
with a cart load of crap. All that blood would make a big mess for
the maintenance guys though. It would splatter everywhere as the
customer ran around trying to staunch the blood flowing from their
body. I would gleefully dance on their cooling corpse.

Lunchtime and
its another cup of coffee at the shop inside the store. I sit there
watching people come and go. Wondering who would be the easy kill and
who would be hard. I like hard. This is my time to not interact, to
not put on my mask of friendliness. I sure have them all fooled. I
should have been an actor. I would have a whole shelf of those golden
Oscar guys. Then it hits me. That scent. That powerful, masculine
scent from the night before. My eyes seek out the source. Swarms of
people coming and going. It's just the usual blind sheep going about
their idiotic business. The scent almost drives me to a frenzy. I
want to race out of here and find him. I can picture myself throwing
people aside, shoving them out of the way, breaking bones. It takes
all of my strength to sit there. This has become his game now. He is
good at it too. Better than me, I wonder. As casually as I can I rise
from my seat, throwing my half full cup away. Watching the doors I catch
of glimpse of sandy brown hair, the breeze from the doors ruffling
it. And the scent overwhelms me again. Almost bringing me to my
knees. “Prey” a whisper in my ear or imagination. I will find you
tonight. Unleashed, unrestrained.