"Do You Want A Lift Home?"
"Do you want a lift home?" asked a resonant voice from behind me. I spun round and looked into the bright, sparkling, blue eyes staring back at me. I knew those eyes. I had gazed longingly at them before, silently begging them to make contact with mine. They never had. Yet here he was, stood near me, talking to me, close enough to touch.

I motivated myself and agreed. I picked up my bag, threw it over my shoulder ad followed him out. Now the initial shock of him inviting me for a lift had begun to wear off, suspicion started to creep into my mind. Why had he made this offer? Why now? Why?

I walked with him in silence to his car and he opened the door for me. He sat in the driver's seat beside me. He looked at me, the moonlight illuminating his rugged, handsome features. His sapphire eyes twinkled with life. He smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back. 

"Do you know why I wanted to give you a lift?"

I was suddenly aware of the limited space of the car and the close proximity of our faces, our eyes, our lips. As his met mine, I felt a piercing sensation in my stomach. As he pulled away I looked down and saw a glinting blade in his hand, covered in blood, my blood. As I felt the life seeping out of me through the gash in my stomach, he continues to kiss me. The last thing I was aware of was aware of was the taste of my murderer's tongue....




Story written and ©2000 - Karen Anderson