<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">You would think after so long that I would have some control, but its only enough to keep my. 'Urges' at bay, like keeping the devil back with prayers and statues. Now all I can do is look at the lifeless corpse on the floor. His heart stopped the minute my violet eyes peered into his. I scared him to death or maybe it was my whispers of the coming death that I was bringing to him. But I needed him to die, I needed something so disgusting to just disappear. And now it has under my stead hands and sharp blades. "I could be a doctor with these steady hands" I think with a laugh but I know my hands only wish to rob the flesh of life. "I'll chop you into pieces, really who will miss you" I saw to the corpse his body wrapped tightly in clear wrap. But I am more then a little through, I take time to crush what remaining pieces of identity he has. His face. My teacher he wouldn't be pleased with my final act on this piece of trash, but its something I can't risk. <br/><br/>But enough worrying over him, it's time to clean my scene. By the time I'm done, it's as if I was never here. But me I can still see it, his body laid out, seeing the slight movement of struggle as he comes around. Hie eyes wide with fear and confusion. The thought bringing a crooked smile to my lips. My tongue dances over my lip in quick swipe. I can't relish my kill here anymore, so with careless movements I return home with my trophy. Together it will lie with the rest, all the evil I alone have slain. <br/><br/>It's funny if you ran into me you would never know what I was. Not this blonde haired, violet eyed curvy looking women. You would never think I was a murderer.</span><br/><br/>The rush gone the cooling noisy breeze that would be my air conditioning. I have returned to my home, well not really a home more like my shell. It's only a place that I sleep and  wear my ever present disguise. The light's are dim as I place my trophy safely away, hidden from prying eyes. A glimmer of heat run's through me as I slid the glass into place. my hand trailing over my trophy's. But with a sigh I close it away, my warmth gone. Slowly I slip into dream's, but I'm not sure if dream's of blood and death or really dream's at all? <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Beep Beep Beep</span> blare's my alarm as it stir's me from my <span style="font-style: italic">'Dream's'</span> another day to wear my mask. As I peer into my violet eye's I know what truly lurk's behind them. Not smart, sweet, quite girl as I have lead all to believe. No, only a monster lies behind them. Only waiting for the sun to fade so it my lurk in the darkness and kill again. But as usual my routine is the same shower, dressed, breakfast, work. But work for me is more like lurking the market for pray as I go over files of possible <span style="font-style: italic">'catches'</span>. I sit in my chair in the corner of the office, no one likes to speak to the blood spatter girl. <span style="font-style: italic">"Too quite, too naive, too creepy"</span> and many more thing's. But I like it this way, No one to interrupt my balance.</div>