There was a full moon hanging in the sky, the crickets were chirping, and he was washing blood off his hands. This last kill had been most enjoyable, like all the others. He had found her as she was checking her mail, it didn't take much to get her to talk to him. Her voice was a sweet one, with a touch of a Southern accent. Almost like his Beloved. Jon smiled, thinking of her brown hair and beautiful eyes. So many girls had looked like her, but now he had found her. No more looking. She was now with in reach. And she would be his.

Turning off the sink he grabbed a towel and dried his hands off., tossing the towel unto the counter he turned and walked back into the large dining room. There was a large metal table where he did most of his work. Now all that lay on top of the shiny metal were several neatly wrapped packages, all tied with a thin red ribbon. Earlier in the week he had left several bodies worth of packages in a dumpster beside a Hotel. A lovely surprise for the people in the Police Department. He waited a week before delivering the letter to the Police, causing them to go into a even bigger frenzy.

Jon picked up the wrapped arm of his last victim, she had been a tennis player, very pretty. He had a plan for the way he was going to leave her body. They would know he was serious after tonight. Anyone get in the way of him and his love and they would end up like all the others he had killed.

(*See occ chat..*)

"Jaaaaaaaaaaaakeeeeee" "Jaaaaaaaake" . Standing at five feet seven inches was Annabel Coleman, who happened to be standing directly below her friends window, having just ran from her house over to his so that
he would walk with her to school.She was wearing a white tank top with a pair of black jeans and black leather boots, tapping her right foot impatiently as she waited for her friend.
"Seriously how long do boys take to get ready?"She said mumbling under her breath as she stared at the second window on the first floor of her best friends house.

While she waited Anna decided to knock on the door of Jake's house so she could join the family in watching the morning news.Louisanna had basically gone to shit. That "Collecter" guy, as everyone called him, was killing girl off one by one. Anna thought about how utterly disturbing it was that her appearance matched most of the girls.As she greeted Jakes parents with a hug she sat down on the couch next to Jakes father.
Everyone in Lafayette and the closer parishes had the news on. Morning. Afternoon.Night. Jakes family was no different.

Anna watched as they began to show several pictures of the victims, and one of another missing girl. A tennis player whose parents were frantically searching for her.
Brown hair, brown eyes,slim, and a good sweet girl.
She could feel the eyes of Jake's parents on hey, practically shooting their thoughts at her.

"I promise to be careful you guys.No late night wandering and etc, etc,etc." Anna said in a fake upset voice."Darn! I guess I can't do my frequent
nightime jogging." She snapped her fingers in mock disappointment and watched as Jake's father rolled his eyes.

"Besides, I have Jake to watch out for me. If he EVER DECIDES TO GET HIS BUTT DOWN HERE!" She yelled up towards her friends room.

There wasn't anything to worry about...was there?

A single streak of light came through Jake's window, trailing up a sheet which covered his entire body up to his hair. A few loud noises outside sparked a few nerves in his mind, turning on his brain to the outside world. A groan came from under the cover as he started to move, his legs stretching out as far as possible and stretching. He could hear the front door open and his left eye opened slowly, a hand coming up and pulling the cover away to stare at a alarm clock. A short curse word exited his mouth as his leg slid off the bed, his right arm pushing himself up and out of the bed.

He put his arms up in the air to stretch, his right knuckle taking a direct from the ceiling fan. A few more choice curse words dropped from his mouth as he walked away, now fully awake. He entered his bathroom and took one of his famous five minute showers, throwing on a pair of black athletic shorts and one of his football shirts. The rest of this common attire also included a pair of old worn Nike's which looked like they had went through hell and back, twice. Jake heard a familiar voice erupt from the first floor of the house, moving a little quicker as he grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys. His hand reached into the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of Listerine, throwing some in his mouth and swishing it around.

He turned and made sure everything was in its respective pocket, reaching up and grabbing a Zippo and slipping it into his left pocket as he grabbed his under armor backpack with his other hand. He opened his door and out into a upstairs living room, and down through the stairs. He gave a faint wave with his hand to his family and Anna, his mouth still full of Listerine as he pulled open the refrigerator. His hand went in and grabbed a shaker already mixed with some of his protein mix and milk. He leaned over to the sink, quickly opening his mouth and letting the mouth wash splash into the sink. A disgusted spit came from his mouth before he turned, his mom giving him the look. "I know..." He said, noticing his dad already had his uniform on, apparently having to work today.

"I thought you had today off?" He asked, his dad shaking his head. "Nope, something came up and one of the other wardens had to switch shifts." Jake nodded, popping open the shaker and taking a quick swig of the drink. His eyes went to Anna, a faint grin on his face after but a second. "You coming or not? He asked, not waiting for an answer before turning and moving to the front door. He opened and walked out of the door, holding the screen open just long enough to call out back to Anna, "Lets go Garry, we don't have all day!" He took a few quick steps and turned, walking backwards as he waited for Anna to come through the door red faced as usual. A smile showed up on his face again, feeling rather clever for it being this early in the morning.

It was early, to early, she had hoped to sleep in a little but the call from the dispatcher shot that idea down. Yawning she rolled out of her bed and shuffled to the bathroom, thinking a shower would help wake her up. Twenty minutes later she walked into her kitchen, dressed in jeans and a button down shirt, the sun was just starting to rise. It’s yellow rays peaking in thru the half closed blinds, running a hand thru her hair she opened her fridgerator door and leaned down to pull a can of iced coffee out, turning she shut the door with her foot. She grabbed her keys from where she had last thrown them after coming home last night, and headed to her car.

The city was just waking up as she drove to the scene; the few people up were driving to work and every few minutes she would see a yellow school bus driving down a street going to pick kids up. At a stop light Kate opened her drink and took a long drink, lowering the can from her face something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. It was one of the many posters people put up for missing persons. She recognized the face. Sara Woods, seventeen years old, brown hair, brown eyes. Dead. Her body was found last week among several others left in a dumpster. Kate stared at the picture of the smiling girl, a week ago she was among the students going to school this morning, then the Collector found her.

The light turned green and Kate hit the gas a little to hard causing her car to speed thru the intersection. She arrived at the scene a minute later, the entrance to a park, which happen to be across the street from, a high school, already there were several dozen cops around the perimeter keeping the public away, the Crime Scene guys had set up dividers around what she assumed was the body, hiding it from any outsiders. She stepped out of her car, placing her badge on her belt and her gun on her hip she headed towards the yellow tape that gently swayed the faint morning breeze. “Harris..” a CSI named Frank nodded to her as she ducked under the tape, “Morning, is it another one?” she asked, already guessing the answer. Another girl had gone missing, and had yet to turn up, Frank looked to the ground and nodded, “Damn bastard is crazy,” he said, slowly walking towards where the body was.

She was expecting a body. Or body parts. Not this… this morbid display of what seemed to be a sick obsession. The girl was cut up, all the sections where neatly wrapped in butcher paper with a thin ribbon holding it together, she noted that the ribbon was red. He had arranged the “packages” in a crud shaped heart, the girls head being at the top. Inside the heart were the words ‘my love’ painted in a dark red. “It’s blood,” Frank said looking over her shoulder.

“Her blood,” Kate replied, taking her eyes from the image, she looked around the area he had left the girl, her eyes went to the high school across the street, there were several students watching what they were doing, while others moved on past and into the building. She thought back to the letter that had arrived at the Station a few days back, he had said he had found her. They didn’t have a clue who “she” was, all they had was a name. Annabelle. And living the the south, Annabelle was a common name. But he spoke of his Annabelle. That's what puzzled her. Who was “his Annebelle”?

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He took a sip of his coffee as he watched the police move around where he had left the packages. Jon couldn't help but smile as they hurried to hide the items from the public view. He had in fact left it in plain sight, very obvious to anyone walking by, and across the street from a school at that.

His car was parked around a corner, on the school side of the street, if anyone decided to ask him what he was doing he could tell them he was dropping his kid off. Likely story since he was hardly old enough to have a high schooler, well he was, thanks to unseen forces. He glanced down at his watch then looked back to where the police were setting up yellow tape, the Brunette Detective should be arriving soon, everyone else was there, so why wasn't she? Setting his coffee cup down he picked up a small wooden box that lay in the seat next to him, Jon ran his hand over the small designs carved into the dark wood. It had formerly been her jewelry box, holding some of her most treasured items. But that was long ago, now he used to hold the items he collected. Mostly little things, but they held great value to him.

Taking a quick glance towards where the police were, he looked down at the box in his lap and opened it. Inside were several little items; rings, a necklace, hair bow, a button, a pink hair ribbon, all items that came from people, girls he killed. Absentmindedly he toyed with the items, each were a memory of a night, a girl, all in his search to find her. The sound of a car door slamming brought him out of his daze, he quickly shut the box and looked up. The Brown haired detective had arrived, he watched her walked up to the scene, then head over to where he had left the body.

He couldn't help but smile as he watched her react to his display. Dismembered body parts, and blood, a lovely site to see this early in the morning. For all he cared they could chase their tails around while trying to figure out who he was. Jon started his car and turned out into the street, purposely driving past where the cops stood with his last victim, before turning a corner and heading off to attend to other business.

Anna threw Jake a look that said"your lucky your bigger then me "before heading out with him to his truck."You do realize that sometimes I just...URGH!" She said looking over at her friend and shaking her head, an amused expression on her delicate looking face.

"You would think with all the crap going on we might get like an early break or something.Keep us home, not sitting in a desk doing dumb crap for six hours!" She said slightly annoyed, scrunching up her eyebrows as she moved to get inside the passenger seat.While she waited for Jake to get in, she crossed her legs and pulled out her iPod from her black purse, placing one headphone in her ear.In all honesty Anna had a weird sickly feeling about this Collector guy.What exactly was he trying to accomplish killing all those girls? Some sort of sick fantasy or something? The thought made her shiver as she began to scroll through her playlist looking for her Nelly Furtado list.

She put "Maneater" on full blast and merely waited for her friend to get his ass in the truck and drive.

"Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on everybody what you here for?
Move your body around like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I want to see you all on your knees, knees
You either want to be with me, or be me!"

Jake gave a laugh as Anna gave him "the look." He turned around just after she began speaking, Jake dropping his head, half assed jogging to his truck. He turned just in time to see the amused look on her face, making him grin a little more. Jake gave an amused noise to her statement, "Yeah, I know right." The tone he used said just the opposite. Their school would be open during the apocalypse. He reached in and tried to turn the engine over, though it did nothing but turn the radio on. "Son of a bitch..." He growled, opening his door and pulling the seat forward, grabbing a box of sockets and grabbing a size 9mm and walking over to the passenger side. He dropped on his back and slid under the truck, snaking his hand up above the starter and tightening a small nut. He was about done and a loud "zap" came from the area he had his hand, making his hand rip back out of the truck. "FUCKING...!" He yelled, the socket hitting him in the chest. He reached up and grabbed it, sliding back out from under the truck and jogging over to the drivers side.

Jake popped the socket back in the carrier and slipped it back underneath a box just under the back seat. He slid the seat back and slid into the driver seat, tossing his backpack into the back seat. He turned his truck on and plugged his Zune into the obnoxiously long AUX cable, turning a nob just below his dash just slightly up before he picked a song. He thumbed through a few artists, landing on Deadmau5 and selecting his music. He set it to shuffle and the first song to play was Ghosts n' Stuff. He slightly turned the volume up, as well as the small nob to the right and increasing the power sent to the two subwoofers under the back seat. His dad said they were a waste of 500 bucks, but Jake said they made the music he listened to sound better.

He rolled the windows of the truck down, allowing the autumn wind to blow through the cab as they left the front of Jake's house, taking the ten to fifteen minute trip (depending on which lights you hit) to their high school. Jake parked near the field house every chance he got, knowing good and well just after football practice he'd be hammered to death. The walk from the locker room was always the hardest part of each day. Especially when there were two five gallon coolers of Gatorade and the best air conditioner a Louisiana high school could afford. The coaches spoiled them rotten... But only when they were done with practice, or just having won a game.