She was close.So close to her next victim, she could correctly identify the woman's fragrance that was sprayed all over her clothes.It was a pleasant smell, but it wouldn't matter anymore once the metal-rusting smell of her blood soaks through.Blood is a much more calming scent than rose-water, or lavender and honey soaps.

At least to her it was.

She had decided to treat herself today with a little more fun in the process.She was tired of plain stabbing or drugging.She hadn't heard moans of pain and heavy breathing of unbearable torture in a while now; She needed it.It was her current craving, and she needed it.More than anything, she wanted to slaughter the young woman and make her soul seek vengeance in the afterlife.

To fulfill her intentions, she would have to befriend the woman somehow.She was disgusted by the thought of human interaction and the feeling of being friendly.She hadn't made a friend, or have met someone exceeding her standards in years.IF she ever did make a friend, or partner, she wounded up murdering them mercilessly because they betrayed her.She couldn't tolerate traitors.It wasn't the pain of losing someone whom you thought you trusted that bothered her, but it was the thought that her secret, her identity would be revealed.

She approached the woman slowly, and plastered a huge fake smile on her face.From afar, it seemed innocent enough, but if one were to peek closely, the sinister vibes were sprouting from the corners of her lips and leaked down to her chin.She smoothly took a seat beside the woman and pretended to be looking at the menu, and searching for a beverage.

"Sorry, but this is my first time here.Would you recommend anything?"She looked up from the booklet and looked into the woman's bright green eyes.It had been so long since she had spoken to another female individual(besides the times she was threatening them if they yelled to loud before they were beat), and she was surprised at the tone of her own voice.It was raspy, and quite high-pitched.It sounded like she had been practicing her vocals since last week, and was on the verge of a strep throat.

"Oh!Um..well...I always order the milk tea.It's quite plain."The young woman said, and smiled.It wasn't a genuine smile; everything about it was fake.The way the corners of her lips didn't raise all the way, and the way her eyes huge, and filled with pity.

This would only lead to more fun and satisfaction for her when she tortured her later.

"Oh!I'll try that out then, thanks!"She replied, forcing her voice to loose it's low, wrecking tone.She pounded her fists and grasped her breathes together.It was excitement spurting from inside of her.If only there weren't so many people around; she could easily lung at her and choke her.She would have to determine a way to lead her behind the cafe, somehow.For some reason, today she wasn't exploding with brilliant and new ideas to torture and seduce her victims.

"Um, would you mind if I asked you a favor?It's very simple and won't take up much time or energy at all!"She said and grinned pleadingly.The woman thought and reconsidered her decisions."Sure?"She sounded unsure, but need-the-less she followed her killer anyways out the backdoor and to the dumpsters located behind the shop anyways.Everything was going as planned, soon enough the woman would be screaming and begging for mercy.But of course, she would not receive it.None of the victims of "The Hunter" ever got mercy from her.

"So what would you like me to do for you?"

"I need you to DIE for me."

"What are you say-"

The katana slid into her side without much effort.It was like she was made out of butter."Thanks for your recommendation..but I think I'll order the Bloody Mary instead."She whispered into the woman's ears before slitting the katana out of her body and laughing as it fell to the gravel lifelessly.Blood started to soak through her white trousers and pale blue top.The delight smell of her fragrance vanished, and got replaced with the dangerous smell of her own blood.It was pleasing to watch as her body twitched and trembled, before alas giving up completely.How weak it was, she had felt guilty and didn't even pierce the thing inside that far.

But she would've.

She bent down, and dropped her sword beside the body.She crept on top of the woman's body and admired the veins popping out of her forehead.Her eyes were open and were staring off into space.Her mouth was still gaped and hanging from the sudden shock, and her hands her captured below her body.

And of course, readers, you know how it ends.The killer dropped one of her few remaining black roses onto the woman's face before running off, and laughing out of pure joy and pride.