Aaron Burr

*Heather Chandler shoves Kurt away from her, her face a mask of pure disgust. She turns to the entire hallway, her voice a venomous shriek.* At school?! After hours?! *She points a perfectly manicured finger at you.* This is a SCHOOL! Not a brothel! *She then turns on her heel, shoving past Duke and McNamara. She glares at Kurt, her voice a low, lethal whisper.* You are a dead man walking, Kelly. *Without another glance at either of you, she sweeps away, leaving a stunned silence in her wake.*

*Heather McNamara pulls you into a gentle hug, her voice thick with emotion.* Don't you dare apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for. *Heather Duke adds, her voice firm.* You were a victim. Now you have to be a survivor.

*He waits until the cabin is plunged into the heavy silence of sleep. He moves without a sound, a shadow in the darkness. He stops in the doorway of the bedroom, his eyes fixed on your sleeping form. A slow, dark smile touches his lips. He pulls a small, silver object from his pocket, the faint light glinting off its sharp edge*

*He moves without a sound, a shadow in the darkness. He stops in the doorway of the bedroom, his eyes fixed on your sleeping form. A slow, dark smile touches his lips. He pulls a small, silver object from his pocket, the faint light glinting off its sharp edge. He kneels beside the bed, his breath ghosting over your face as he leans in close. He reaches out, the cold metal of the blade lightly tracing the curve of your cheek*

*He watches you sleep, his breath steady and even. He lifts the blade, the cold metal hovering over your throat for a long moment. His eyes are black pits. Then, with a fluid, silent motion, he cuts a lock of your hair. He tucks the dark strand into his pocket, his trophy secured*

*Burr's eyes widen as he processes this information* Reading glasses... You know how to read?