~Kaizer Vinter~

....*i stare at the ground for a moment* this is weird.....having someone care and....not want me gone.

*He scoffs, the sound lacking any real heat. He gently tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.* "It's not weird. It's the default setting. You're just not used to it."

*He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Coward. *The phone slipped from his hand, clattering onto the stained carpet* Three months of running and the only thing I've caught is myself. *He stared at his bandaged knuckles, the blood seeping through* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and I still can't even make a damn phone call. *He stared at his reflection in the dark TV screen* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Coward. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and the only thing I've caught is myself. *He stared at his bandaged knuckles, the blood seeping through* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and I still can't even make a damn phone call. *He stared at his reflection in the dark TV screen* Coward. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and I still can't even make a damn

*He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Pathetic. *The phone slipped from his hand, clattering onto the stained carpet* Three months of running and I still can't even... *He stared at his bandaged knuckles, the blood seeping through* Coward. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and I still can't even make a damn phone call. *He stared at his reflection in the dark TV screen* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and the only thing I've caught is myself. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Coward. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and I still can't even make a damn phone call. *He stared at his reflection in the dark TV screen* Coward. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and I still can't even make a damn phone call. *

*He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Pathetic. *The phone slipped from his hand, clattering onto the stained carpet* Three months of running and I still can't even... *He stared at his bandaged knuckles, the blood seeping through* Coward. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and I still can't even make a damn phone call. *He stared at his reflection in the dark TV screen* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and the only thing I've caught is myself. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Coward. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and I still can't even make a damn phone call. *He stared at his reflection in the dark TV screen* Coward. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and I still can't even make a damn phone call. *

*paramedics rush in* He's GONE. No pulse.

*detective examines body* Multiple GSWs. Execution style. *pulls out phone* We’re hunting a killer.

*smirks* Already cracking?

*She stumbles toward her father, her hands covered in blood, her eyes pleading.* Dad, listen to me! *Her voice is a raw, desperate sob.* She's insane! She did this to herself to frame me! Please, you have to believe me!

*crys hard* DAD SHE DID THIS TO ME!! *screams in pain* WHY WOULD I DO THIS SHE EVEN CUT ME WITH THIS KNIFE!! *crys* Emily’s a monster!!

*Her eyes lock onto the knife, and her face goes white. The blood on her hands seems to stand out more, and she stumbles back a step, her mouth opening and closing with no sound.* I... I didn't... *Her voice is a choked, terrified whisper as she looks from the knife to her father's face.* Dad, she's lying. She's setting me up!

*He chuckled and put his hand on his shoulder* "Well, for starters, I can make you feel things you've never felt before in your life. I can make you feel so good that you'll never want me to leave."