I lazily fluttered my eyes open and was welcomed by the harsh sun rays casting through the gap between the curtains. I groaned, pulling the covers back over my head. I hate it when I don't close the curtains enough to block all the early sun rays.

The alarm clock went off, and after two failed attempts to grab it without looking, I pulled the covers from my face and snitched it off my nightstand, turning it off. I have to get up, or I'll be late. After a few more minutes, I rolled over and slid out of bed.

After showering and lathering myself in body products and some make-up, I pulled on my work clothing before groggily walking downstairs. I smelled bacon and eggs. Suzan smiled at me as I walked into the kitchen. She's crazy about me. Kyle was her only child. It had been hard for her to get pregnant, and she was spoiling Kyle to the point he reminded me of Dudley Dursley. He had the same horrible traits as this Harry Potter character, maybe even a little more.

On the other hand, Suzan was a very sweet, hard-working lady. For as long as I can remember, she worked in 'The Cresent Moon', a small cafe that had been in business since 1963. On my uncle's behalf, it was the best cafe in town, to which my aunt only laughed and rolled her eyes. People would be jealous of the chemistry between my aunt and uncle. They met in high school, just before my uncle graduated and joined the army. It was hard for my aunt to see Matt leave so many times; taking this job in Washington DC was for both of them an outcome.

'You're late, darling..' I stole some bacon. 'Yeah...' I couldn't make more of it. I sat down at the table. Uncle Matt was reading the newspaper. More people read the news online, but my uncle would never exchange the newspaper for a tablet or phone. He folded the paper and laid it next to him on the table. 'Mornin', had a good sleep?' Raised in the south, he still had a little bit of that accent, but sometimes I believed he just loved talking that way.

'Yeah–' I was cut off as Kyle marched in. 'You're sitting on my chair.' I blinked a little in surprise and slowly got up. 'Kyle, it's just a spot, don't make a problem out of it,' Matt scolded, waving my cousin off. I didn't want any trouble in the early morning, so I sat elsewhere. 'Do you enjoy your summer job?' It was a sarcastic statement. 'I do...' It had only been one day, but I had nothing to complain about.

'Right, I bet you haven't heard about Sunstreaker's killing spree from a year back...' he trailed off. I raised a brow and opened my mouth to reply, but Matt interrupted. 'That's enough, don't try to scare her so much.' My uncle started losing his temper. 'Just saying... I mean, he did kill twenty people,' Kyle muttered. I didn't want to talk about Sunstreaker or think about everything he had done. The idea of seeing him today made me feel sick in my stomach.

When my mom went missing, the police said she ran away with another guy, but four months later, she was found dead, drifting in the ocean and found by some fisherman. They said she committed suicide, and three months later, my dad died. I knew they had been murdered, but the cops didn't have enough evidence to prove it and simply told me my dad was broken after my mom committed suicide and killed himself too. I never had a very close relationship with them, but I knew they would never leave me behind like that. My parents weren't the only ones who mysteriously disappeared or died.

The only person who seemed to believe me is detective Lucas Brown. He was leading the investigation. Thinking about him, he hadn't called for a very long time. Which annoyed me a little bit. Especially at the beginning, I was stalking the police at the point they told me to stop calling, but I wanted answered and dedicated four years of trying to find out more on my own. I isolated myself from friends. I lost all of my friends because of my parents murder. They said I was obsessed and crazed. No one wants to be friends with a crazed bitch. They didn't seem to understand the sadness and grief I was going through. No one really does, only those who haven't been through a similar experience.

I ate my breakfast in silence. My uncle gave me a lift to the base. The base was quiet; not much was going on from what I could tell. Sunstreaker was parked in the main hangar, and I felt that same disgust and disdain rising. I bet the families of his victims have no idea it's him. They can't have closure because the killer hasn't been caught.

I snorted and shook my head, turning my back to the hangar. It's disgusting. I angrily started sorting some papers and tried to suppress my irritation. I would be here till the end of the summer, and I would see him every day, knowing he killed so many people and didn't get any form of punishment.

'You look mad....'

I turned in an instant, and my heart dropped. Sunstreaker was towering over me like the Eiffel tower, and I hadn't even realized how tall and muscular he was until now. My senses came back. 'I don't talk to you.' I passed him. 'Right...' I heard him following me. 'What do you want?' I scolded and stopped walking, turning around. 'I need that.' He pointed at the papers in my hand. 'For what?' My voice filled with disgust and disdain. 'I know I am not really popular, but you must really hate me. Did I kill someone close to you?' I shot him a nasty glare. 'You're disgusting.' I pushed the papers in his hands, which dropped on the ground once I let go of them and pushed him aside. 'Seriously!' he shouted angrily. I ignored him and left him standing in the hallway.

((Sunstreaker's P.O.V))
I crouched down, picking up the papers. The female really hates me already, and I haven't even done anything yet. I groaned mentally. She had ordered everything, but now it was all mixed up. I got up, trying to put it back the way it was. Someone clearly hadn't told her about me because she wouldn't be here if they did. I slowly started walking and sat down in the cafeteria. I tried to get the female off my mind, but I kept thinking about her. I want to hurt her. Several ideas popped up, and it made my hands itch. She could be a potential next victim. I haven't killed for several months now, but seeing her, infuriated me.

'Sunstreaker!'

My name was yelled from only two yards away. 'Jeez! Where are you with your mind,' Ironhide snapped, sitting in front of me. He studied me. 'Who's the new female?' Ironhide rapidly shook her head. 'I swear if you attempt to kill her...' he didn't finish, and I wasn't impressed. 'Who is she,' I asked again. Ironhide stared me dead in the eyes before answering. 'Her name is Sky Laurier; she's only here for the summer.' I hummed, and my thoughts drifted off again. How would it be to see her bleeding on the ground, her arms cut off and begging me to kill her? I shivered delightedly—the mess it would cause made me want to do it immediately.

I liked killing females. They're hopeless and frightened. The power I have over them, the control and emotional torture almost made me shiver. I caught Ironhide's eyes. 'Don't you get it into that dark and twisted head of yours,' he snapped. 'She's emotionally unstable; what happened to her? Did I kill a relative?' I questioned. 'Primus, Sunstreaker... sometimes I can't believe Primus created a monster like you. If it weren't for Sideswipe, you would be dead,' he snapped and got up. 'Sideswipe deserves better, and I am sure he will be disgusted by you once he gets here and learns about the horrible murders you committed.' With that open in the air, he stormed off.

All I did was roll my eyes and slump back; Sideswipe is the only important one in my life. The female is going to be my next victim, that is for sure.