They all looked the same- sweet, and sincere – her future friends. That is the reason she came to the mall. Not to hang out with her old friends, but to make a new friend. Every Saturday night.
The five days spent working 9 to 5 bored the hell out of her. So, she lived Saturday night like she wanted.
“He seems a nice guy,” she mused to herself, glancing at the guy surveying a white Polo T-shirt with a critical eye. She was buying a Shirt, a birthday gift, for a cousin- her usual excuse.
After half an hour, she had already befriended the guy. When she offered him a lift, he readily accepted. In fact, he was as enthusiastic to try the tiramasu at Fab, the new restaurant, a mile away.
Everything was going according to the plan. The question was whose plan? Always oblivious to her surroundings, she hadn’t noticed the same guy outside her building, then next to her cafeteria table.
“Turn left,” he said, as they were crossing the deserted road.
“I think, we should take a right.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have a choice,” he said, holding a knife near her rib-cage, “turn left.”
She looked at the deserted street, and then at the sharp blade. “Whaa-t?”
“It was too easy,” he said laughing, “Don’t you read the news? Serial killer loose in the city. All those newspapers you collect-”
“How do you…you know where I stay?”
That fact terrified her more than the proximity of the knife.
“Of course.” He smirked.
That sealed his fate. None of her new friends remembered her later. It was easy to arrange because they had never seen her before.
As the car swerved on the dirt road, the last thing he saw was her fangs.
I have been tagged by my dear friend Kokila to take part in Five photos Five stories challenge (FPFS) which is- Post a picture for 5 consecutive days and attach a post to it , fiction, poem or short write-up.It can be anything to suit your taste.