| ¤ 5-23-03, Louis’ Weekend, The Trip-Robbery ¤ ¤Continued pt. 5¤
¤ It only takes another hour or so of driving when Susan, begins to get worried. She softly utters, “So, where we headed?” Louis laughs instantly realizing the time had come. He smiles over toward the young lady, “Well, I’m headed toward Las Vegas” his eyes scan her over, “I have a feeling –where- your going.” The thought of feeding make he smiles. He liked ****ing with people, it made him laugh, how pathetic some kine could be. His smile widens until his canines are easily viewed. His eyes are on the road; this small white family car catches his view, Susan’s scream echoes through the door. His hand instinctively locks the doors, before he looks her way. “What?” *Grins wider exposing more of his fangs*, “What’s wrong with you?” She fumbles with her words, her mouth begins to speak but cant form what she wants. She fails to reply and softly sobs into her hands.
Louis sighs deeply; he didn’t like such weak women. He wondered who her pimp was. Susan’s pimp must have been an abuser; Susan has the willpower of a tomato. He laughs at the thought before looking over to her. His eyes look her over before he speaks. “Oh come now, stop crying, I intend to kill you, so you might as well life what’s left of your life in dignity” She looked up through reddened eyes. Louis gives her a fake smile. She seems to be able to pull something together she manages to collect herself. Her small hands had begun to absently clutch at something under her shirt. Louis was a bit surprised at the sudden change of the women. Nevertheless, he knew he would kill her.
The breaks on the car squeal as he turns off an exit, Louis was looking for a small mom and pop gas station. Louis had no money, nor did he care. He had his two guns, he’d just ob the place. He smirked as he noticed a gas station called “Frog Eye’s” he smirked at the ridiculous name. It would suit his purpose. Louis wondered why a small gas station would be open at such a late hour. He didn’t care though maybe they are being innovative. Pulling up to pump one looks over to Susan, the screeching from the break, and the stopped rhythm of the care moving, seemed to have woken her up. “Stay here, and start the car as soon as I open finish pumping the gas.” He gets out of the car without giving her a chance to reply. He fills the ****ing tank, as it clicks off he pulls the hose out. Putting on the gas cap, he snaps the lock on the hose turning it on. Dropping the spraying gas nozzle on the floor he smiles. Louis heads toward the small stations building ¤ |