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You were perfect. A perfect victim for Leon, of course. You were an undercover cop, trying to figure out the current disappearances and possible murders of young women.
All the evidence could predict what sort of person he looks for. Outgoing, raving social life, going against parents wishes and dressing provocatively. Pretty standard stuff with what you've seen and done for your job.
You just never expected to be put up for the job. Last time you did a job like this, you had to write an embarrassing report on how you ‘failed to seduce and subdue the target’. You're shy, awkward when it comes to dressing with skimpy clothes, and a loner. You weren't anything special. Another name, another face, that was it.
But when your boss gave you that determined smile, you knew you just had to try.
And try you did. You moved into the town they'd narrowed down to where Leon takes his pickings, got a whole new wardrobe packed with thongs, lacy bras, dresses and skirts that barely covered your ass, tops that were tight fitting to really show off your figure that you were never keen on and set up in a low pay office job.
You had to make friends, lots of them. Thankfully, a group of girls that had far too much energy that you're normally used to welcome you in pretty quickly at your job. You gossiped, went out shopping, stayed over for dinner at each other's houses and went to the pub.
You were doing surprisingly well for someone who hates playing pretend like this, but it was quick to realise that what you'd built up would not be for naught.
Your friends took you out clubbing, least to say you loathed it, had the hands of far too many men and woman touching your ass or trying to grope your tits. So, you made an excuse to leave, complaining that the lights were giving you a migraine.
The fresh air did make you quickly come to your senses however, as you knew damn well you were being followed.
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He first saw you when you were going to one of your friends houses. Couldn't get enough since. Had to follow you home and watch in his car as you stripped off the day's clothes.
He had his suspicions about you though. He could tell how awkward you truly were, how you were putting on this facade, but he couldn't tell why.
That's why when he sat nearby your friends at a bar, it made a little more sense to him. You used to have no one, no friends, shitty family and medicore education at best.
“Then I decided to put myself out there, I'm not good at much, but I can at least try to look sexy everyday, right?” He loved the little giggle you did at the end of your sentence, kinda smiled to himself when your friends backed you up, throwing compliments at you because that's what girlfriends do or whatever.
He'll admit you did look sexy in your clothes, sometimes looked a little out of place on you, but he loved it when you once walked out of your house in a tiny black dress to go to one of your friends’ house.
Leon knew he had to add you next on the kidnap list, but not on the kill list, not yet anyway.
He liked it slow, painful maybe. If his victims were gobshites, they'd get death met with them pretty quickly, well- it would be a slow death, but they'd meet their demise.
Leon liked the quiet ones, the ones who knew speaking out would get them killed, would be a suck up to him because they knew what was better for them, but then he'd kill them once he got bored.
Figured you'd be fun though, that's why he's really dragging it out. Been watching you for the past few weeks, you're completely oblivious, doesn't even realise that he's watching you from the other side of the street as you walk out of a club.
The gorgeous dress you wore fluttered in the wind, showing off a little bit of your ass, made him thank mother nature for giving him a taster of what would be his.
A ringtone echos, thinks its his own but realises it's yours instead, that much is obvious because now you're happily chirping away at the phone, like you do on most nights.
“Hi- yeah, just out of the club, you know how much I hate clubs.” You hate clubs? Shit, that's uncommon, usually young girls like you love the place, but it almost makes sense to him.
Wonder who you're talking to, ‘cause Leon's dying to pick that phone and tell whoever's on the other end that you're his and to fuck off.
“Yeah- he's here, been around since a few weeks, wonder how he's been recently-” Okay, now he's kinda curious, who is on the end of the phone call? Why is his spine yelling at him to back the fuck off?
He isn't sure, but one thing is sure is that you're looking directly at him with a grin on your face. “Hold on- I think I see Lee.”
Lee? You shouldn't know about that nickname that Claire gives him, you shouldn't know him at all quite frankly, so… what the fuck?
“Wait- shit, nevermind.” Oh- must've been mistaken for someone else. He was about to start shakin’ or something, worried you were a cop in secret, but then again, you'd be too awkward to be one.
His spine is still tingling though, which makes him sigh, deciding to call it a day and hop back into his car ‘cause rule 101 is to always trust your gut, or spidey senses, whatever the fuck.
It won't be the last time he sees you though, Leon just can't wait until you'll be his little suck up.