Blood On the Ice

"...party, at Hilary's!"
"Dude, I'm gonna get laid at that party!"
"Her parents are loaded. That means booze!"

I heard everyone talking about Hilary's party. A lot of people were attending, probably to make themselves look better. Or to get black-out drunk. Or to get laid. (or totally fail at trying, but lie about it to their friends) The only reason I was going, was to get revenge.
That night, I put on a black miniskirt, a black tank top, black heels, and red lipstick. The whole lipstick thing made the fact I was pale more obvious, but I wanted a dramatic effect. I wasn't invited to the party, there was a guest list and everything, and I needed to seduce the bouncer. Only if necessary, of course.

I strutted over to the line outside of the mansion gates, cutting everyone by immediately striding to the front. I ignored the complaints of the girls, and the comments of the guys. Did my outfit truly make them believe I was someone else?
The bouncer raised an eyebrow.
"I need to get into the party." I said simply.
"…you know there's a line, right?"
"But I'm at the top of the guest list!"

I pouted and looked directly at the bouncer. I recognized him from the football team. He was probably taking shifts at the front gate while the others were inside.
The guy loosened up a bit and turned his body to me.
"Hey, I'm sorry, but"-
I put a finger to the bouncer's lips. He quieted down immediately. Leaning in, I positioned my mouth right in front of his. I locked eyes with him and made mine smolder seductively.
"I'm in a hurry. You understand, don't you?" I purred.
"Uh, yeah, s-sure." he stuttered.

I smiled and walked in as he opened the iron gates for me, despite the line's obvious agitation. He turned to me, hope in his eyes. How cute.
"When my shift's over, can we hang out at the party?"
"Sure." I said, walking away.
But by the time I was finished with my job, I would leave right away. He wouldn't remember who I was, not even remember my name. I would only talk to the people I had to, and as far as they knew, I was Hilary's cousin from Florida.
I weaved through the crowds of people, and a guy offered to take my coat to the coat room. I slipped out of my coat and ignored his leering expression.
"Do you know where Hilary is?"
"And who are you?"
"… her cousin."
"Oh! Well she's upstairs in the bathroom."

I smiled. Perfect. After dodging raving dancers and drunken couples, I finally reached the stairs. With each step I took, the music downstairs faded away. Every time my heel clicked against the marble floor, the sound resonated in my ears. I turned to a door, and set my hand on the doorknob, my fingers quivering.
I silently opened the door, and stepped inside.
There Hilary was, adjusting her makeup in the brightly lit mirror. She was so self absorbed, she didn't notice me in the mirror's reflection. Not until I locked the door, with a sharp click. She looked up and saw me, and turned back to her mascara.
"Do you have any drugs?" I blurted.
"Uh… I think so." she huffed.

Hilary opened the mirror/cabinet and searched through a vast selection of vitamins and supplements, until she finally came upon a bottle of prescription medication. She shrugged.
"I used to need them, but I don't anymore. I OD'd once on these and it felt pretty awesome."
She popped open the cap. To my delight, she still held the bottle in her hand. I moved forward.
"Who are you anyways?" she absentmindedly asked.

She held out the bottle. I quickly grasped her wrist and brought her hand upwards, to her face. She widened her eyes and stepped back, only to get stuck on the yards of cords for her blowdryers and flatirons.
With my other hand, I pinched her nose, forcing her to breath through her mouth. I pushed her hand back, emptying the bottle of it's contents, until it was empty.
I shoved Hilary back and watched her stumble on her feet, and land on the floor. She started to cry, but the drugs were slowly taking effect on her.
"I don't even know you… why are you, you doing this?" she mumbled.
I glared at her.
"Hilary, you know EXACTLY who I am. But since you're too stupid to recognize me through a slutty outfit and some makeup, I'll let you try to figure it out."

I stepped forward and leaned toward her face, so that I was about eye level with her on the ground. Horrified recognition flashed in her sleepy eyes. I smiled at her.
"Goodbye." I murmured.
I watched as Hilary's eyes slowly gained a faraway look, and glazed over. Her eyelids nearly closed, and one final breath escaped her in a sigh.
I stood up, unlocked the door, and shut it behind me silently. The party was over for Hilary.
She was dead.

 

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I swiftly walked down the stairs, and out of the mansion. Suddenly a shriek pierced through the night, and a sense of paranoia surged through me. They had already found Hilary.
I rushed to the gate, and the guy there stopped me.
"Hey, what's going on back there?!"
"Call an ambulance! Hilary's sick or something!" I screamed.

Before he could ask any more, a siren wailed, and lights flashed. Loads of police cars and ambulances pulled up to the curb. Shouts of EMTs and cops rang out as they hurriedly ran into the mansion. I had to leave. My job was finished, I didn't have any reason to stay.
"Rose?"
I turned around. No. No no no no no! It was Matthew. Why did he have to be called down here? Out of all people, him? Matthew walked over, he had a worried expression on his face.
"What happened here?"
"I…I don't know"-
A stretcher burst through the mansion gates, holding Hilary on top of it. An EMT was holding her wrist.
"I don't have a pulse. Move people, move!"

I decided to act surprised. I didn't want to look suspicious.
"Hilary? Oh no!"
I turned and sobbed into Matthew's shoulder. He embraced me, hand on my back.
"I can't stay here, Matthew. I can't bear it!"
"Do you need a ride home?"
I nodded. Matthew led me to his car, and opened the passenger door for me. Once the car was started, Matthew pulled away.
We drove in silence. The ambulance lights reflected off the window's surface. By the time we traveled down the oversized driveway, a crowd of people had gathered outside of the mansion. Some were crying. Others were whispering. Some even had the nerve to film Hilary's corpse get loaded into an ambulance on their cell phone cameras.
I sighed. People never learned, did they? They were all savage and ignorant. They only cared about themselves.
"You're always in some kind of trouble, huh Rose?"
"W-what?"
"Well, I guess trouble has a way of finding you."
"You don't know the half of it…" I muttered.

Matthew finally reached my house, and he slowed to a stop at the curb. He turned to me, an embarrassed expression on his face.
"Rose, I know I just met you, but I-I feel we have some sort of…"
"Connection?" I finished for him.
"Well, yeah. A connection." he said, leaning in.
He softly kissed me, sending a spark through my lips. Did Matthew have any idea what kind of effect he had on me? He could destroy me with a kiss. He could send me to jail with one caress. He could make me faint with one softly spoken word. Matthew was simply too dangerous.
I pulled back, and looked Matthew straight in the eyes. They were glistening, my face in their reflection.
"Matthew… I-I can't." I stuttered.
"Hmm?" he murmured, tracing a finger along my jawline.
"I can't!" I said more firmly, snapping us both out of the moment. Tears blurred my vision, and flooded down my face.

"All of these deaths, it-it has me scared for my life."
"Then let me protect you, Rose."
Before I could let myself agree, I burst out of the car and slammed the door.
"That's exactly it, Matthew. You can't!"

 

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