When he left the restaurant he was very pleased, Julian was really on his game this morning, paying the bill he gave Julian and his mother his thanks and left a good tip.
He always loved coming here, the eggs were always so perfect and the staff so kind that he just felt so at home. He thought to himself that maybe one day he would try their lunch. Opening the restaurant doors to leave he saw her standing in the rain.
Her eyes were hazel and although he did not like targeting women with that eye color, he was uncontrollably drawn to this one, "the Gleaming" was truly in her eyes.
She had a fresh look and as he passed by her slowly, he could smell the gentle remnants of the lilac bath she had taken recently.
She hardly noticed him as he removed a piece of mail from the handbag she carried loosely on her shoulders. The letter was stamped but not mailed and turning away for a moment he paused for a few quick seconds to examine it.
He could see that her name was possibly Rebecka and that her boyfriend was probably Bill and that he was on a business trip and that she missed him dearly.
Standing right next to her and reading these private thoughts that she only recently written gave him chills, so much so that he lost touch with himself and climbed aboard the bus with her when it arrived.
He moved to the rear of the bus as she found a seat up front, as he passed, the lilac perfume wafted into the air and for a moment he was transfixed.
The ride was long and even though he was not prepared, he felt that it would be fine and he was not nervous at all.
But then he had never been nervous before, it was not a part of his makeup. As the bus lumbered to her stop, she stepped out of the front and he watched her as he exited by the rear door.
Into the rain they stepped, her heading off to her home and him following from the other side of the street. He had practiced this technique often ,even when he did not feel "the Gleaming". He would often practice following people undetected and unaware. It was almost as nice as the real thing but nothing was as wonderful as the light in the eyes of a mark that feels the passion and pain of the "Gleaming". The rush he felt drew him ever closer to her as she walked casually to her house on this quiet street in the suburbs.
When she got to the little yellow house, she paused at the gate and looked around in all directions but he was in the alley beyond her sight. Feeling safe she walked to the door and removed the key from under her porch mat and when she stood to open the door, he was instantly upon her. Forcing the key that was still in her petrified hands deep into the lock and turning it, while covering her mouth, muffling her screams. Once inside he forced her to the bedroom and tied her with sheets from her bed. She screamed and begged from under the gag but he did not notice or care, she was today's remedy for his ills and that was that. His attack had been so sudden that he was sure she had not seen his face, plus he had forced her face down on the bed while he tied her.
The rain was pouring outside and they were still dripping wet from the torrent. I won't look at you she said in a muffled voice from under the gag. "Really" he replied. "What if I have to look at you my dear? You are quite lovely". She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck and struggled to free herself. Just then, a knock came at the door and he quickly tied her to the bed and went into the living room and peered out of the window into the storm. "It's me, Bill, honey open up I got in early". The doorknob moved vigorously and he knew that he would go for the key next. The key was always kept under the mat and when he could not find it, he would know she was inside. He went back to his car for a minute perhaps to call her from his cell phone or worse, so while her boyfriend was in the car, he went into the bedroom quickly and removed the Gleaming.
When the police arrived and forced the door open, she was tied to the bed with a note attached to her body that read "Wet lilac is your scent".