Smurfette

#Chapter27 Smurfette

He watched the magnified figure of the lady with hair like fire, hair he had been obsessed with since he saw her, Ellie Summers. He wanted a lock of her hair.

He had decided that's what he would keep as a memory of her once he got his hands on her.

She was a feisty one, escaping from him and now he wouldn't rest till he got to her, it was a thrilling challenge for him, all the things he'd do to her once he got her drove him more towards the goal. He was hungry for her.

So here he was, spying on Rose Summers, she was old, not his type but that hair was a good reminder of Ellie.

He decided it was time, he set the binoculars down and got out of the minivan, heading towards the apartment he had only once before been in.

He soon enough stood in front of the familiar white door of the apartment and rung the bell, he could hear the soft chirpy sound of it from inside as he did.