Episode 2: Haunted - Teaser
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Oct. 12, 2007
Once upon a time...
His excitement rose as he watched the silver Jeep come to a halt near the yellow tape where police personnel had already gathered, keeping a small number of onlookers at bay.
His eyes never left the woman who emerged from the vehicle, his breathing growing heavier. She was walking up the stairs to the old house, a building like something out of a Grimm fairy tale, as if with a sense of trepidation. He could feel the reluctance practically pouring off of her, though her steps seemed determined to a casual observer.
He could feel what she felt. Because the woman was his.
He imagined her walking down the narrow hallways where techs would already be busy looking for DNA they wouldn't find.
Had they told her it was him? Or would she walk onto the scene obliviously, freezing, her breath catching when she saw what he had left for her? When would she figure out the clues? This house, the oriel window like Rapunzel's tower? He had no doubt that she would, eventually.
He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, his palms sweaty now.
This was the best moment, in some ways even better than the killing.
There wasn't a whole lot to see, just her silhouette. He hadn't bothered with any of the high tech surveillance equipment he owned; this close to the crime scene, it was too dangerous, though he would have loved to see her face at this moment.
Looking down at the growing commotion on the street, he found himself momentarily distracted when his eyes caught on a flash of rusty-red hair. His lips curled into a disdainful smile. The silly reporter girl was pushing hard to become part of the circle the inspector and her friends had created, but he was quite sure that she wouldn't get very far - Lindsay Boxer wasn't known for indulgence.
Maybe she'd enjoy the younger woman's hero worship; she was human after all. He knew how that felt, too. Billy had been useful so far.
This momentary distraction would all be forgotten the moment he came out of hiding and revealed himself to her.
From that moment on, Lindsay would only see him.
Happily Ever After...
Oct. 12, 2007
Once upon a time...
His excitement rose as he watched the silver Jeep come to a halt near the yellow tape where police personnel had already gathered, keeping a small number of onlookers at bay.
His eyes never left the woman who emerged from the vehicle, his breathing growing heavier. She was walking up the stairs to the old house, a building like something out of a Grimm fairy tale, as if with a sense of trepidation. He could feel the reluctance practically pouring off of her, though her steps seemed determined to a casual observer.
He could feel what she felt. Because the woman was his.
He imagined her walking down the narrow hallways where techs would already be busy looking for DNA they wouldn't find.
Had they told her it was him? Or would she walk onto the scene obliviously, freezing, her breath catching when she saw what he had left for her? When would she figure out the clues? This house, the oriel window like Rapunzel's tower? He had no doubt that she would, eventually.
He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, his palms sweaty now.
This was the best moment, in some ways even better than the killing.
There wasn't a whole lot to see, just her silhouette. He hadn't bothered with any of the high tech surveillance equipment he owned; this close to the crime scene, it was too dangerous, though he would have loved to see her face at this moment.
Looking down at the growing commotion on the street, he found himself momentarily distracted when his eyes caught on a flash of rusty-red hair. His lips curled into a disdainful smile. The silly reporter girl was pushing hard to become part of the circle the inspector and her friends had created, but he was quite sure that she wouldn't get very far - Lindsay Boxer wasn't known for indulgence.
Maybe she'd enjoy the younger woman's hero worship; she was human after all. He knew how that felt, too. Billy had been useful so far.
This momentary distraction would all be forgotten the moment he came out of hiding and revealed himself to her.
From that moment on, Lindsay would only see him.
Happily Ever After...