Chapter 2

I decided to stay at home for a few days. Wasn't really feeling like going outside. I missed killing, but on the other hand. I just couldn't bring myself to do it again. Not right now. The thought of being caught kept running through my mind. Killing that man almost got me caught. What was I going to do then? I can't go to jail. Or even worse. They decide to kill me. I started regretting every kill I had ever done. There was no going back. Why do I care so much now?

I tried so hard to get rid of the thoughts. They just wouldn't go away. I laid in bed so long my whole body was sore all over. I couldn't live like this anymore. No human could. As much I as don't want to be human. I was going to have to go on with everyday life. Killing or not. I got up and got dressed and headed outside. The sun was bright in the sky, but it didn't feel the same. Feeling the warmth on my face made me sad instead of happy. Then the idea hit me. Maybe just maybe, it's time to move somewhere else.

I went back home in a hurry to find stuff to get rid of so I could get a ticket to go on a boat to somewhere. America sounded promising. I took some stuff to the shop down the road that would buy stuff and I got just enough money for a ticket. I rushed home and packed up my clothes. Got to the ticket booth and bought a ticket for the next boat ride to America. I boarded the boat and got to my small room on the ship. I stayed to myself most of the trip, not wanting to draw attention.

I ate small meals not too much. I didn't want to gain any weight. My clothes wouldn't fit then. I couldn't have that happen with the fact I was on a ship with no money. The trip to America seemed like it took forever. I kept my head down though. Not wanting to draw attention. I was polite to everyone just not getting too close to anyone. I couldn't have someone ask me why I was leaving England. I might slip up and say the wrong thing.

After a few weeks on the ship we got close to land so it was time to get ready to start a new life. Maybe even start killing again. That might bring some life back into me. I looked in the mirror that was in the room I was staying in. I was thinking about cutting my hair, but I loved my hair. Once I get settled into a new place then I'll think about cutting my hair.

I stayed so far away from people until this morning. I stepped out of my room right into the chest of a very tall man. He was very handsome when I looked up at him. He was dressed in all black which I found very attractive. He had a top hat on with a trench coat on which made him look amazing. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there." He smiled down at me. "It's okay darling. It was nice to have you run into me." I started blushing from this handsome man spock to me.

What was I going to do? I had feelings I had never had before. This man woke things in me I had never felt before. He started walking away then turned around. "Would you like to join me for breakfast this morning my dear?" I gave a shy smile with a nod. "I would love to." He held his arm out for me to walk beside him. I interlocked my arm with his and walked with him to the dinning room.

He pulled my chair out for me and then sat across from me. "What is a beautiful woman like you doing traveling by herself?" I froze for a second not knowing what to say. "I needed a change from England is all." "No family?" "Not any left alive anyways. Enough about me. What's a handsome man like you doing traveling by himself?" "Well my wife died a few years ago and I decided instead of staying there with her memory, I would try to start a new life somewhere new." "I'm so sorry to hear about your wife. It must be so hard." He gave me a sad smile.

"Well I believe a beautiful woman like you could distract my mind from her." I bite my lip. Not really paying attention to me doing it. I glanced up and him, a smirk had formed over his face. I blushed and smiled. "Thank you for letting me have breakfast with you." "It was no problem. Shall I walk you back to your room?" "Of course." We stood up and headed for my room.

Stopping at the doorway he looked down at me. "I didn't get your name." "I didn't say it." He leaned down and kissed me. The passion that flew through my body was more than I could handle. The kissing became more intense. He pulled away. "I'm sorry, but I must be going." "It's okay. Thank you for breakfast sir." "You're quite welcome madam." With that he walked away and I went to my room. I jumped on the bed with a big smile on my face. I took a deep breath. "I hope I get to see him again."

After that I went back to sleep feeling so peaceful. All I could think about was the man, who I didn't know his name. I dreamed about him all night long. The way his blue eyes watched me while I talked to him. Or that smile he got while he watched me while I ate. Or even his lips on mine. Making my heart race the same way killing always did for me. I'm starting to think I won't be killing anymore.