She was just a common eighteen-year-old girl, living with her divorced mother in a suburban house not far from the city. For her 18, she gained a lot: she entered and studied well in a fancy college in the city, she went in for sports, she studied music, that is to say she led an interesting full-bodied life. Except one thing - she couldn't get on with guys. In fact, she didn't suffer greatly because of that, although sometimes she sat down to think about the reasons of such state of affairs, but, assessing herself critically, she realized that her looks took no account; instead, her natural shyness and timidity. "Well, everything should have its time", she thought, being absolutely calm about that... Calm... But all of her friends had already had boyfriends, and she felt rather uneasy chatting with them, for she had never in her life kissed anyone, not even speaking of anything serious. So, days went by, nearing her to the final exam, after which there'd be summer vacation and rest. Getting ready for the exam she kept thinking, that after passing it she'd go to the south where she'd be able to relax and perhaps attract the attention of the opposite sex. In fact, she was a very nice girl: slender legs, beautiful breast and an angel-like face with unfathomable blue eyes. Using very little make-up, she compared favorably with her friends thanks to her natural features. So she had no problem with the outside look; the problem was likely to be inside... That sunny morning she was going on her last exam. She put on one of her best dresses and taking a handbag with the necessary things, left the flat. Her mother had already gone, so she had to lock the door. Turning her face to the door and looking for the key in her bag, she noticed a shade approaching... The last thing she heard before everything went dark was a disgusting whistling sound of a heavy object, cleaving the air...
She came to herself in pain... A warm little stream of blood ran slowly across her cheek and was dropping from her chin. Her head ached terribly, especially the right temporal area. Even before she opened her eyes she felt she was standing pressed against a rough trunk of a tree, fastened so tight that she couldn't move. After realizing that came the fear, and the sweat stood out on her back. Deciding neither to open her eyes, nor to show any other signs of her recovering consciousness, the girl listened to the sounds around her, but she heard nothing save the traditional forest sounds, such as birds' carol and chirping. Having stood like that for about ten minutes, she decided to raise her head and open her eyes. When the sight cleared, she was about screaming, for there was a young man sitting on a log in about fifteen feet from the tree, gazing at her. It was obvious that he rejoiced at her awaking, and a shadow of a smile curved his lips. Evil sparks glowed in his eyes, while she filled with terror - it was then that she realized she wasn't likely to get away alive... Although there still was a little hope. And suddenly she burst into tears, unable to control the fear, emptying her spirit and destroying all her moves, except the flowing tears. She wept, and her tears oozed down her face, mixing with the blood, and dropping from her chin upon the white dress, making a red stain on it, that was slowly growing... Meanwhile, the guy took his time coming up to her, still staring at her face. She couldn't look him in the eyes, and only went on murmuring, "Please don't kill me... don't... just don't kill me". He only smiled in reply. Bowing to her ear, he whispered one word, "Prepare", and then turned around and headed for the bag that was standing by the log. Her reaction was a reasonable reaction of a desperate man, she screamed. She screamed as loudly as she could. Giving a short laugh, the guy opened his bag - there were some linen, a few knives and a couple of spanners, with a blood stain on one of them. After a short meditation, he chose a hunting-knife, that looked fairly impressive and was obviously well sharpened. Rising, he turned to the girl and showed her the thing he took out of the bag... The fear was gone - there came the horror! Her pupils extended, the breath went faltering, everything inside fell hollow, it was then that she realized those were her last minutes... She couldn't scream, she couldn't even wheeze, all she could do was open her mouth silently, as if trying to say something. Her eyes were fixed on the cold steel of the knife that produced bright light spots...
The guy approached her slowly, as though flirting, fidgeting with the knife. He watched the shivering muscles of her face and understood that was exactly what he wanted: fear and terror of a victim. At that time he felt he was a god, able to rule people's lives. That feeling came to him for the first time, and that was exactly what he aimed at. Having approached her, he started examining the quaint pattern woven by tears in her cheeks. Raising the knife up to her face, he gladly watched her body shake and her eyes follow each slightest motion of his hand and her lips silently cry for mercy… Having enjoyed that sight to his heart's content, he uttered, "Have you been kissed before?" and, without stopping for reply, he inflicted a wound on her throat... Blood splashed upon his hands and clothes. Her head pressed back in a sudden paroxysm, and then hot blood coming from her throat, poured out of her opened mouth. And he pressed his lips against hers in a farewell kiss of death. Kissing her, swallowing her blood, he felt the last motions of the dying body, he felt the leaving life that no longer had place on earth... This lasted for a minute or so, till he caught the last spasm shaking her body, and then came silence... For him, it was like a dream, he didn't even at once realize he was kissing a dead body, weak in the ropes pressing it against the tree... Opening his eyes, he took away his lips from hers, feeling the salty taste of blood flowing down his chin. The girl's head leaned over her chest, sprinkling the once-white dress with blood. He stood watching her, paralyzed, staring at the drops of blood falling on the ground from her dress, and the little streams flowing down her legs. There had already been a pool under the tree by the time he finally tore himself away from the sight. Now he had to do something with the body, for he didn't dare to leave it like that. First of all, he cut the ropes pressing the corpse against the tree, and it immediately fell face down. The dress stuck up, uncovering blood-stained white knickers. On seeing this, he trembled and, still clutching the knife, came up to her and unpicked her dress on the spine. Turning the corpse over, he released it of all unnecessary clothes, and the beauty of the young body struck him. Slender legs, shapely figure - she was almost perfect, it's a pity nobody else would possess her. Now she belongs to another beauty, dressed in black, who would take her to a brand new world ready and waiting for her to explore... Lost in thought, he didn't notice the sun go down and coloring the forest scarlet. Understanding it was time to go, he began preparing. He gathered the ropes, the blood-stained clothes and put it all into his bag. Casting a glance at the glade, he didn't find anything telling of the wicked play that took place there, except the pool of blood at the tree and bloody marks on it. Deciding it all would disappear naturally in a few days, he looked at the dead girl. He had to do something with her...
...He put the body down on the sand by the edge of the water. The latter was warm and calm. It was quite a job taking her to that little lake in the wood, for the distance was long and the corpse was hard to carry. But now it was in the past, the sun was practically down, dipping everything into the special darkness, while the last beams of it still lit but were ready to disappear. He glanced at her for the last time, and bending to her lips, whispered, "Sweet dreams, darling". Then he took her by the hands and pulled to the water. The body was being rocked on the surface peacefully. Waist-deep in water, he turned her feet to him, and strongly pushed her to the center of the lake. She drifted, slowly receding... Soon the darkness absorbed her, the one drifting into oblivion...
Original Author: Serega_M
Translation: Daria "Biatlonistka" Abrossimova