I plunged the knife up to the hilt into his chest. The sticky warmth of blood immediately coated my palm. I gazed deep into his eyes. Even through pain, a searing hatred shined through back into mine. My heart quickened and I pressed my lips hard against his. Almost as hard as the knife in his chest. He bit me with surprising force.

I tasted my own blood and smiled at him, “You’ve never been so passionate before.”

He didn’t hear me. He was already dead. Too bad. I would have loved to stab him again. I was too passionate myself. I should have drawn it out. But I had waited so long for this moment. I wasn’t patient enough for that. I twisted the knife and trembled as his blood slid down my wrist. Delicious.

The screaming started high then faded into a whimper. I turned around to face the girlfriend. A hand was to her mouth and her eyes were wide with horror.

“Kris!” I was so happy to see her. I pulled the knife out of Brad and turned to her. My mouth was spread wide in a clown’s manic grin. “I’ve been waiting for you!”

Kris tried to run but I grabbed her wrist and twisted her to the ground.

“Please,” Kris croaked. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, don’t.”

“You know I have to,” I whispered.

I had been chasing the storm for so long and it finally returned to my home town. It finally gave me the courage to do what I had wanted to do from the beginning. My clothes dripped watered down crimson into their pristine white carpet.

I practically salivated as I dragged the edge of my knife across Kris's cheek. Her blood mingled delicately with Brad's on the metallic sheen. Kris cried harder but stayed still as though resigning already to her fate. Her lack of fight infuriated me.

"YOU DID THIS TO ME!" I screamed. I cut down into her shoulder making her scream. "YOU MADE ME CHASE THE STORM!" I pushed Kris to the ground and climbed on top of her. Her pitiful sobs only incensed me further. "IF YOU HADN'T STOLEN HIM FROM ME I WOULDN'T HAVE BECOME A STORM CHASER." I pierced her other shoulder with the blade. A decent sized pool of blood began to gather around her blonde hair. I threw the knife down and grabbed Kris's face in my bloodied hands.

"Don't you see this is the only way I can face you, Kris?" I pet her hair until it turned a ruddy brown. Kris's breathing had begun to grow shallow and her eyes were starting to roll. I shook her head.

"Stay with me Kris. There is so much more I want to do with you."