Jeff sat there hidden in the shrubs, giving a small sigh. The hot sun beat down over him and his impatience was growing. Then a sound pulled his attention away from the ladybug he was watching and he peeked out through the small hole he had made. His heart jumped. There he was.
When he had started putting people to sleep, Jeff felt this urge, this uncontrollable itch that made his hands search for his knife, for him to hunt down a sleep deprived victim, to make them sleep and look beautiful. Lately, that urge was going down and he was able to keep his mind on other things. But now, he was feeling another urge, another itch. And it was because of him.
That sexy hunk of Goth boy striding up the street made Jeff feel like he could single handedly murder the whole world and leave the two of them alive, just so he could have the boy to himself. That shiny red hair glinting in the sunlight, those impossibly blue-violet eyes, that alabaster skin that looked soft to the touch, those tight fitted black clothes on the slender body… Jeff watched hungrily, wanting to spring from the bushes, grab the boy off the sideway and take him right then. But he controlled himself. Barely.
The one way he knew he might be able to be in control when the time came was to watch and learn. And he learned plenty. The object of his lustful desire was a sixteen-year-old boy named Jason McCreedy, a loner who seemed to like it that way. He was an avid reader, a polite boy but sarcastic when the situation demanded it. He had only one friend, a pet cat, two parents and an annoying little sister. And from what Jeff could see, Jason was also a virgin, a personal bonus.
Right now, Jeff watched as Jason walked up the street, a thick novel in his hand. His eyes scanned over the boy greedily and he refrained from licking his lips. He had no worries that Jason was just a gothic poser. He had a feeling that Jason was just as weird as he was. And for that, waiting for the right moment was a very hard task to accomplish. All those hours of watching from a distance. All those hours of breaking into the house to watch the boy sleep. All those days of wanting.
“Soon,” Jeff murmured as Jason walked up the path to his house and walked in through the front door. “Soon.”