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His breath was heaving in his lungs, his eyes were blazing wildly as he scanned the darkened forest for any movement. His ears craned to hear past the noises he was making as he huffed and puffed down the forest path.

How had he lost her?

Why was she running?

They tried to run sometimes, the victims who knew they couldn't fight him... Yet here he was in the middle of a freaking forest hunting down a girl he hadn't even meant to kill that night and for what? Why the hell did she have to be a runner?

He heaved a shaky breath and doubled over, one hand on his stomach which was expanding out of his white cotton t shirt with the deep breaths. Leander felt like laughing, if there was really anything to laugh about in this particular moment. He wanted to laugh at the insanity of it, the mind-numbing craziness, this girl might have been even crazier than him.

He had to think, did he leave any of his gear in the trunk where he normally stashed it? No, no he was far more careful than that and there was no way she would have seen into the trunk even if he had something there. This was supposed to be just a casual night, kill-free. Maybe he had planned a quicky murder on one Alex's stupid idiot friends who had been poking at his weight since the night began but he honestly hadn't planned anything towards this girl. And wasn't that just funny?

He was going to be exposed by someone he hadn't even intended killing.

He had the keys with him so there was no way she was getting out of this particular area without him, unless she somehow found her way to the road. He didn't murder women, call it chivalry, but the reason was men pissed him off. The only problem was that it looked like he was going to have to off this girl which was unfortunate because he was actually beginning to like her.

He was going to have to ask her how she figured it out before he did anything. No one had figured him out before. It helped when your family was a bunch of monsters. Compared to them, Leander didn't think he was actually all that bad.

Holy shit, could he even catch her? He was already out of breath and it wasn't like he could coax her back into the car if she had somehow seen something incriminating.

Then, as if a sign from some divine power watching him, Leander spotted a crumpled up form beside the path.

It was the Sarah, it looked like she was grabbing her ankle which seemed to be swollen slightly. Great, she was incapacitated, that made this easier. She was crying already, maybe because of the fear, maybe the pain. He stopped suddenly and her eyes caught the moonlight in them when they spotted Leander emerge from the forest.

His face took on an unemotional look, his mouth a flat line and his eyes full and black like a shark's.

She sniffled and her chest gave a small shake as she crumpled in on herself. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked, her eyes closing as more tears gushed from the rims and Leander felt his murderous intent sag. He hated seeing women cry, he laughed when men did it, begging for their lives, but what bothered him most was that she had somehow just realized what he was, even though he was so careful.

He sighed and lied, just a little, "I'm not going to do anything to you," he said calmly and took a couple steps towards Sarah.

Then she blinked at him, her big wide eyes like starlight and then her face crumpled again and she was crying even harder.

What the hell, could she just read minds or something?

He was enormous compared to her, he could have easily straddled her to the ground and choked the life from her eyes, but he was still strangely bemused. Leander crossed the distance to Sarah, looking down at her like she was bird with a broken wing. There was all the time in the world now, he had no reason to kill her yet, he just wanted to know.

Leander knelt down beside her and cocked his head, his dark hair brushing across his forehead as the large stomach pooled between his massive thighs, an incredible mix of fat and muscle. That's the part that his victims always forgot. He looked like every other fat guy, but underneath the dat layer, he was made of ropes of muscle that were used to crushing trachea bones with one hand.

"I-I'm sorry," Sarah finally said, sensing he had been kneeling there, her eyes still hidden by her arms.

He could afford to wait though, maybe she was playing a game, maybe she would try to attack him. He could wait for her to give the game up.

"Don't cry," he whispered gently, and with his hand he tilted up her face to the light daring to stare into those eyes that had somehow seen the killer in him.

Her face crumpled again and one of the tears dribbled down his thumb. "Fuck- fucking ankle, fucking fuck-" she hissed and Leander turned his eyes to that.

It was still badly swollen. "Here, let's get you back," he said and wrapped an arm around her even though he was fairly certain right then he wasn't going to be taking her back to the party.

"No!" She said, suddenly panicked again which surprised Leander, "please show me what we came out here for," she said softly and without even a flinch she placed her heavy head on his shoulder and nuzzled gently into it.

"Alright." This might very well be her last night alive, Leander could at least carry her like a gentleman. "I'm going to have to carry you. You okay with that?"

He wrapped his arms underneath her and with just his legs, lifted them both up. There was a red blush on her face that covered it with pink rose petals and he found himself staring at her. They made eye contact and there was nothing in her eyes, not fear, just...something else.

He decided to start playing the game to take his mind off whatever he had seen in Sarah's eyes and with an easy going chuckle, Leander said, "so you thought I was a serial killer?"

She bounced a little and then he noticed she was laughing too.

"You were too good looking," she whispered and Leander's breathing stopped. "I thought it was some kind of Ted Bundy junk."

Ted Bundy? Leander felt like laughing but this time because he found what she had said genuinely funny.

"You think I'm good looking?" He asked, probing a little. He liked the compliments and he was enjoying this part of the game.

"Yes," she whispered and pulled herself closer to him.

She... she genuinely seemed to be enjoying this... Suddenly Leander wasn't so sure what he would do anymore.

"What do you find attractive about me?" He wispered in a heavy voice as if to lull Sarah to sleep which she already seemed to be doing. Still, she continued to hold him close.

"You..." she echoed dreamily and her head nuzzled itself underneath his chin. "You're kind, funny, smart... and you have a great body."

Leander startled her and himself when he laughed. He had never heard that before. He liked devouring his victims he like how large and strong it made him feel, but he didn't imagine she would feel the same.

"I mean it," she whispered, thinking that he had been laughing at her rather than just out of surprise. "I wanted to play it smooth tonight... I guess that ship has sailed. But I... I think you're the most attractive man I've ever met."

Her hands were holding him so tight now, but still gently, as if she would give just about anything to stay there in his arms, forever. Leander sighed when he saw the bench and with Sarah still against his chest, Leander sat down, his midsection becoming a plump pillow for her to curl herself on top of.

She was asleep now, he could feel it and she was missing the aurora borealis unfurling in the sky, but, Leander desided, they could come back here some day and he could show it to her for real.

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His breath was heaving in his lungs, his eyes were blazing wildly as he scanned the darkened forest for any movement. His ears craned to hear past the noises he was making as he huffed and puffed down the forest path.

How had he lost her?

Why was she running?

They tried to run sometimes, the victims who knew they couldn't fight him... Yet here he was in the middle of a freaking forest hunting down a girl he hadn't even meant to kill that night and for what? Why the hell did she have to be a runner?

He heaved a shaky breath and doubled over, one hand on his stomach which was expanding out of his white cotton t shirt with the deep breaths. Leander felt like laughing, if there was really anything to laugh about in this particular moment. He wanted to laugh at the insanity of it, the mind-numbing craziness, this girl might have been even crazier than him.

He had to think, did he leave any of his gear in the trunk where he normally stashed it? No, no he was far more careful than that and there was no way she would have seen into the trunk even if he had something there. This was supposed to be just a casual night, kill-free. Maybe he had planned a quicky murder on one Alex's stupid idiot friends who had been poking at his weight since the night began but he honestly hadn't planned anything towards this girl. And wasn't that just funny?

He was going to be exposed by someone he hadn't even intended killing.

He had the keys with him so there was no way she was getting out of this particular area without him, unless she somehow found her way to the road. He didn't murder women, call it chivalry, but the reason was men pissed him off. The only problem was that it looked like he was going to have to off this girl which was unfortunate because he was actually beginning to like her.

He was going to have to ask her how she figured it out before he did anything. No one had figured him out before. It helped when your family was a bunch of monsters. Compared to them, Leander didn't think he was actually all that bad.

Holy shit, could he even catch her? He was already out of breath and it wasn't like he could coax her back into the car if she had somehow seen something incriminating.

Then, as if a sign from some divine power watching him, Leander spotted a crumpled up form beside the path.

It was the Sarah, it looked like she was grabbing her ankle which seemed to be swollen slightly. Great, she was incapacitated, that made this easier. She was crying already, maybe because of the fear, maybe the pain. He stopped suddenly and her eyes caught the moonlight in them when they spotted Leander emerge from the forest.

His face took on an unemotional look, his mouth a flat line and his eyes full and black like a shark's.

She sniffled and her chest gave a small shake as she crumpled in on herself. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked, her eyes closing as more tears gushed from the rims and Leander felt his murderous intent sag. He hated seeing women cry, he laughed when men did it, begging for their lives, but what bothered him most was that she had somehow just realized what he was, even though he was so careful.

He sighed and lied, just a little, "I'm not going to do anything to you," he said calmly and took a couple steps towards Sarah.

Then she blinked at him, her big wide eyes like starlight and then her face crumpled again and she was crying even harder.

What the hell, could she just read minds or something?

He was enormous compared to her, he could have easily straddled her to the ground and choked the life from her eyes, but he was still strangely bemused. Leander crossed the distance to Sarah, looking down at her like she was bird with a broken wing. There was all the time in the world now, he had no reason to kill her yet, he just wanted to know.

Leander knelt down beside her and cocked his head, his dark hair brushing across his forehead as the large stomach pooled between his massive thighs, an incredible mix of fat and muscle. That's the part that his victims always forgot. He looked like every other fat guy, but underneath the dat layer, he was made of ropes of muscle that were used to crushing trachea bones with one hand.

"I-I'm sorry," Sarah finally said, sensing he had been kneeling there, her eyes still hidden by her arms.

He could afford to wait though, maybe she was playing a game, maybe she would try to attack him. He could wait for her to give the game up.

"Don't cry," he whispered gently, and with his hand he tilted up her face to the light daring to stare into those eyes that had somehow seen the killer in him.

Her face crumpled again and one of the tears dribbled down his thumb. "Fuck- fucking ankle, fucking fuck-" she hissed and Leander turned his eyes to that.

It was still badly swollen. "Here, let's get you back," he said and wrapped an arm around her even though he was fairly certain right then he wasn't going to be taking her back to the party.

"No!" She said, suddenly panicked again which surprised Leander, "please show me what we came out here for," she said softly and without even a flinch she placed her heavy head on his shoulder and nuzzled gently into it.

"Alright." This might very well be her last night alive, Leander could at least carry her like a gentleman. "I'm going to have to carry you. You okay with that?"

He wrapped his arms underneath her and with just his legs, lifted them both up. There was a red blush on her face that covered it with pink rose petals and he found himself staring at her. They made eye contact and there was nothing in her eyes, not fear, just...something else.

He decided to start playing the game to take his mind off whatever he had seen in Sarah's eyes and with an easy going chuckle, Leander said, "so you thought I was a serial killer?"

She bounced a little and then he noticed she was laughing too.

"You were too good looking," she whispered and Leander's breathing stopped. "I thought it was some kind of Ted Bundy junk."

Ted Bundy? Leander felt like laughing but this time because he found what she had said genuinely funny.

"You think I'm good looking?" He asked, probing a little. He liked the compliments and he was enjoying this part of the game.

"Yes," she whispered and pulled herself closer to him.

She... she genuinely seemed to be enjoying this... Suddenly Leander wasn't so sure what he would do anymore.

"What do you find attractive about me?" He wispered in a heavy voice as if to lull Sarah to sleep which she already seemed to be doing. Still, she continued to hold him close.

"You..." she echoed dreamily and her head nuzzled itself underneath his chin. "You're kind, funny, smart... and you have a great body."

Leander startled her and himself when he laughed. He had never heard that before. He liked devouring his victims he like how large and strong it made him feel, but he didn't imagine she would feel the same.

"I mean it," she whispered, thinking that he had been laughing at her rather than just out of surprise. "I wanted to play it smooth tonight... I guess that ship has sailed. But I... I think you're the most attractive man I've ever met."

Her hands were holding him so tight now, but still gently, as if she would give just about anything to stay there in his arms, forever. Leander sighed when he saw the bench and with Sarah still against his chest, Leander sat down, his midsection becoming a plump pillow for her to curl herself on top of.

She was asleep now, he could feel it and she was missing the aurora borealis unfurling in the sky, but, Leander desided, they could come back here some day and he could show it to her for real.