Belladonna

By David M. Bachman

He'd done this a few times before. By now, he'd gotten it down to a science - the hunt, the kill, and the alibi. This time was no different than any other. In fact, she was almost making it all too easy for him. She seemed just like all the others before her: ready, willing, and even eager, although what he had in mind for her was not what she expected. However, appearances weren't everything. As it turned out, he had never before met a woman like Bella. And he just may never have the luxury - or the misfortune - to ever do so again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David M. Bachman
• Release date: Sep 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476003368

David M. Bachman

Born in the Midwest, and an avid writer since the age of 13, David M. Bachman's works of fiction span over 25 years. His first published work, "When Raindrops Come Crashing," marked the start of his foray into publishing in December 2000. Since then, he has written a number of other fiction novels and short stories, including the carefully-crafted "Raina Fallamhain" series that has involved well over a full decade of composition and over nine full-length novels. He currently resides in the East Valley area of Phoenix, AZ, where many of his recent stories are based.

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Belladonna

By David M. Bachman

Copyright 2012 David M. Bachman

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He was halfway through his second drink when he decided that he could kill her and get away with it. Sitting there at the bar with this odd little vixen, an apparent runaway bride of the gothic sort, he listened to her speak but was not hearing her words so much as he was trying to decide how best to dispose of her.

He didn’t need to really listen to her to know what she was prattling on about in her intoxicated state. Her fiancé was one of those psychotic, abusive, deadbeat scumbags that cheated on her constantly while constantly accusing her of trying to hook up with other men. She had finally had enough of his stupidity – her blackened left eye was the latest bit of evidence that she hid behind oversized sunglasses – and she had apparently decided to go ahead and make good on his accusations.

This punky-goth girl went by the name of Bella, though it surely wasn’t her real name – she looked more like a Lisa or a Liz or something else starting with an L. That was okay, since he’d lied when he had told her his name was Robert. In fact, he was doing more to hide things about himself than she was in wearing the long sleeves and sunglasses to hide her bruises. He was sporting colored contact lenses, eyeglasses he’d stolen from the display of an eyeglass store, a backwards baseball cap, and sports-jock clothes that were totally not his personal style. This was his hunting outfit. Bella’s outfit