Tomorrow came and I was very nervous I haven't been on a date with a guy in a couple years. I have been considered a pretty girl, but when I look in the mirror I don't see it. I straightened out my hair, put on a short black skirt, with a low cut lace shirt, put on Make up and some adorable heals tied the whole thing together. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door, my heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. When I answered the door he had beautiful flowers with all different colors, he wore black jeans and a black button down shirt. He was so charming and his smile made my heart pound harder, I have never met a man who was so kind to me. Yet something about his eyes, dark, cold, empty. I ignored the fact and enjoyed the fact he was a charming, handsome man.
We went to a restaurant in the city that I couldn't even pronounce its name and didn't think a guy who did tattoos for a living could afford. He told me his life, his mother and father had past and he ended up running his own tattoo business and loves it. He was nothing but a gentlemen, we even went for a walk on the inner harbor watching the sun set. We came back to my apartment and I changed into some jeans and a t-shirt and came out to my dinning room to him just sitting at the table, staring at me with his cold eyes.
“that’s better this is why I don't wear skirts” I said with a laugh
“yeah I am sorry it was cold outside, I probably should have warned you which reminds me its very warm in here do you mind if I take shirt off?” he said with a smile, I turned blood red then hurried to the kitchen before he could see me.
“its okay, sorry its so hot I get cold easy so I turned up the heat.” I replied
“oh that's okay...” he said with a small laugh.
“so earlier when I asked about my tattoo, do you know where I would have gone to get that? I must have been so high I don't even remember leaving” I said with a laugh as I pulled out a cork screw from the draw to open a bottle of wine.
“i am not sure, not many places, if you were high no tattoo shops have the symbol of death in Greek, maybe in Chinese or Japanese.” he said laughing. I walked out of the kitchen and looked at the window, he was bent over looking at the books on my side table. I then gasped backing up into my kitchen when I saw the reflection of his back, it was the same symbols on my wrist.
“not many places would have this symbol on the wall?” I said with a shudder in my voice.
“nope, not really” he replied as I heard him going through my stuff.
“i have to ask...” I said still holding the cork screw in my hand and moved closer to the door. “why does the tattoo on your back look the same as the symbols on my wrist?” he froze, but I saw his smile in the window reflecting back at me. He looked at his watch, and I looked at the clock it was 11:59PM.
“i have to tell you kira...you will not see the sunrise tomorrow...” I moved closer to the door... “no, because I will rape you and then I will kill you...”
12:00AM Friday, 13