Halloween Night

It was her favorite night of the year, the one year where she blended in with the crowd and looked like everyone else. Everyone likes a monster, don’t they? She wasn’t like other monsters, though. Oh no, she wasn’t disfigured, hunched back, ugly, or mutated. In fact, she looked normal, about five foot seven, medium build, and cute. She wasn’t gorgeous or a model type, but she had a nice smile and a fun personality. That’s what disarmed people, her fun personality.

Like other twenty-somethings, she could be found at the bar in full Halloween fashion where no one would suspect a thing about her true intentions. Any other  night when she went out hunting, she always had to take extra care when leaving behind the people she picked up. She didn’t really have a type, man, woman, short, tall, Back, White, Asian, Hispanic, it didn’t matter. She liked it all. That’s what made it so difficult for the cops to trace the crimes back to her, she didn’t fit any of the traditional serial killer profiles. She was female, didn’t come from a broken home or history of abuse, none of the typical signs that usually cause a woman to become what she was.

For her, it was much simpler. She simply enjoyed the rush and thrill of hunting. Hunting people was far more exhilarating than hunting animals, because she was able to interact with her victim, that game of making them comfortable and at ease with her. She’d even engage in a little sexual play if she was up for it. Then when they’d least expect it and their guard was fully down, she’d snuff out their light before they’d know it.

That was the beauty of Halloween, people were in such a festive mood, they enjoyed the chills and shivers of whatever was spooky, and she enjoyed being the monster. There she sat at the bar in her sexy black cat costume, predictable of most women her age, yet perfect for her in particular. Aren’t cats the perfect hunter? As she sat there, another pretty young woman in a devil costume perched herself beside the Cat and offered her a drink. The Devil had no idea she would be exercised this Halloween night.

The Cat decided to take the Devil back to her place, why not? When they reached the bedroom, the Cat tied the Devil to the post of the bed and proceeded to the closet. In the warm candle light, the Devil Spotted what appeared to be S&M devices, but quickly learned it was anything but. The Cat carefully gaged the Devil and injected her with a sedative before she proceeded to slowly cut the pretty Devil with sensual, calculated precision.

For the Devil, this was anything but a treat.