Prologue: The Dark Angel Awakens My Dying Dark Angel I don't think she had a clue what was coming. I doubt it ever even crossed her mind that I was following her. Stupid cunt. Please, let me introduce myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have lived in America for many years now. Who I was is not important. My life, in fact, is not important. And neither is anyone else's. Who am I now? Some would say I'm a killer. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard. A sadist. A psycho. And those people would be right, it's true. I am all of those, and more. But others, the ones I favor, would call me an arist. A genuis. Just because I actually end lives, and take beautiful girls against their will, does not make me worse than most men. Everyone has their sick fantasies, I just prefer mine to be satisfied. Tonight, they were. She wasn't quite like the girls I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde girls with blue eyes and small, child breasts. She was an ebony haired dark fairy, with glittering green eyes and very light alabaster skin. I don't know why, but she appealed to me deeply and I knew I just had to have her. I saw her first at Starbucks, and I followed her home. For two weeks, I monitored her from a distance, all without her knowledge. I knew her patterns, her movements. And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some ways away, since I knew she was on foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days.. fucking rich bitch. She wore a tight red tank top and black skinny jeans with black boots, her long black hair left loose down her back. She smelled of roses, just like the funeral home... I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front door, and pushed her inside. …and then things took a turn
