The streetlights outside the dingy bar cast a dull, amber light onto the folks inside it. He sits in the window-seat, sipping on his cheap whiskey, the ice fighting with his teeth. He keeps the glass close to his mouth, as his eyes scan the room. He isn't looking for anybody in particular – just somebody that he can connect with. Somebody that understands him, despite his unorthodox little hobby. He understood that a dingy bar in a large city was probably not the best place for him to look for the love of his life, but, a one-night-stand would satisfy him just as much. He lets out a deep sigh, pushing his blonde hair out of his eyes, placing his glass on the table in front of him. He likes where he is sitting, he is the voyeur; he gets pleasure from the fact that he is higher than the rest of them, he feels like royalty. He laughs at his stupid thoughts, shaking his head, rubbing his eyes. He's tired, but he's got a job to do. He promised them that he would go through with it, like he always did.

Standing up, he tips the rest of the whiskey into his mouth, leaving the glass in the centre of the table. His main goal now is to survey the room and the find the person perfect for his little task. Man, or woman, he didn't care; they didn't seem to care either. He waded through the growing crowd in search of the bar again. He had to keep up the pretence of being somewhat drunk, yet sober enough for him to keep his wits about him. He couldn't really afford to reveal the real reason for him being in the bar, unless he wanted something bad to happen to them. The man behind the bar shook his hand, he was a friend of his, and had always given him discounts. "Hiya Robert, the same again mate?" He asks, smiling at Robert. Robert copies him, to avoid any confrontation, nodding his head. Robert didn't mind the cheap whiskey in this particular bar, he enjoyed the chemical taste that it always had. He supposed that it was because he had consumed it a lot as of late.

He feels a tap on his shoulder, as a manicured hand curls around it. He frowns, turning on his heel. There was a girl of medium height standing there, her posture without nerves. It confuses Robert at first, until he sees her smile. Things were about to get ten times easier for Robert; he instantly knew that his night wasn't going to be as difficult as he had originally thought. He cocks his head to the side, as the girl stands there confidently, moving her fingers in a little wave. He smiles, his mind instantly clicking into its charismatic mode. "Can I help you?" He asks, his lips curling into a smile.

"I swear that I've seen you around here before. The other day – with a girl. She seemed pretty attached to you.' She says, pouring at Robert. He shakes his head with a laugh, acting as though he remembered the girl's name. He racked his brain, unable to think of her name. Even her second name had been completely erased. He bit his bottom lip, rolling his eyes.

"Amber and I just weren't right for each other. You know, when you meet people in places like this you're usually drunk, and you don't think." He shrugs, the girl bites her nails. Her nails are bright orange, a colour not really to Robert's taste. Even from nails, Robert can tell that she isn't right for him. However, for them, she is perhaps more compatible. Instead of instantly brushing her off, and ignoring her like the majority of people he would meet, Robert decided to humour them for their sake.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Is that why you're here, is it to forget about her?" She asks, getting closer to Robert. Sensing that a moment was nearing, her stared down at the ground, in the hopes of gaining sympathy from the girl. She tuts, cupping his cheek, lifting his head up. She feels sorry for him; which is exactly what he wants from her. He knows that if he can lure her into his sorrowful trap, it would be easy to lure her to his hope. Where the magic would happen. "What could I do that would make it all better?" She whispers into his ear.

"I could think of a lot of things." Robert lies in a low tone. She pulled away from him, taking a hold of his hand, curling his talons around it. She dragged him through the crowd, to the delight of her friends, towards the backdoor. Robert knew what she wanted, and perhaps he would give something along those lines to her, in return for what she would eventually do for him.

She pushed on the door, it swung open to reveal the cool summer night. Robert was hoping that nobody would see them and what they were about to do in the back-alley, but, he knew that it wouldn't last very long. She closes the door, before he picks her up, holding her against the wall. She giggles like a schoolgirl, as he presses his forehead against hers. Robert had always considered himself to be an excellent actor; the noises that she was making seemed to confirm his talent. Her mouth tastes like berries from the cider she hasn't bothered to finish, it isn't a taste that he is particularly fond of, however the nature of the task at hand makes that taste completely irrelevant. Her hands grip his head, holding him in place, his hands resting on her hips.

"You aren't planning on fucking me here, are you?" She asks, pulling her mouth away from Robert's. He wasn't planning on sex, he wasn't completely fond of the mess that it made, however, he would do anything for them.

"My house is five minutes that way," he says, using his thumb to point to the left, "if you really want we could go there." He says quietly, she grins, kissing Robert again. "What about your friends?" Robert adds, she rolls her eyes.

"They're already blind drunk, what do they care?" She rolls her eyes, as Robert lets her down, she leads him towards the street. Oh, sweetie they will care after I've finished with you, Robert says in his head, biting his bottom lip so that a menacing smile couldn't escape from behind them.

As they reach the road, a police car passes by, a shiver passes across Robert's body. The police make him feel uncomfortable, and not because he had been illegally watching various television programmes. No, Robert liked to indulge in another habit. One that certainly would land him in prison. But, he didn't usually like to dwell on his habits, unless it was completely and utterly necessary. The girl stops, looking up Robert, as if to ask him where to go next. He drags her across the road, walking past a pile of bin-bags. His mind goes numb monetarily, a ringing in his ears, until he shakes it out of his head. His hand travels up to his mouth, he chews on his fingers; the police always made him feel uncomfortable.

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Standing at the end of his immaculate front garden, the girl grips his hand tighter. The alcohol she has already consumed is beginning to get to her head. A small, grey cat brushes against Robert's leg, he grins, kneeling down to pet it. It isn't one of his own, but he feeds it nonetheless. After patting it on the head, he looks up at the girl, who begins to giggle like an idiot again. A man with a conscience would take her inside and put her to bed, any normal man that is. But Robert wasn't normal, he was a very strange young man. Instead, he dragged her into his yard, digging into his back pocket for his keys. The cold of the metal calms him, he takes in a deep breath, twisting the key in the lock. Another cat mews at Robert, he chuckles, as it scurries inside. He catches the girl, as she trips inside, she laughs unattractively. It is clear that Robert isn't attracted to this girl, her choices in colour are not to his taste. Closing the door, locking it, a cat scuttles across the floor, lying at the foot of the stairs.

"Hercules." He says, the cat looks up at him as though he is deeply offended, before jogging off into another room. The girl burps, as she is led towards the stairs. He doesn't care about the state that she's in, if anything, it would make his job a lot easier. His little mites were hungry, and he would do anything to make sure that they were well fed.

The girl giggles to herself, as she is taken upstairs to Robert's bedroom. She would never be able to understand the importance of her making a move on Robert. If it hadn't been for her confidence, the little things wouldn't be as happy or as lively as they were. Their diet was very important to Robert, if anything, it was one of the main things that gave him a reason to live. Those little, furry lives depended on him providing for them.

He drops her onto his bed, she sits up, pulling off her killer heels, sliding her metallic skirt down her thighs. He stands in the doorway, mentally thanking her for making his life easier. She looked at him with her smudged makeup, showing him her tongue. He smiled menacingly, sitting down next to her. She climbed on top of him, her underwear being the only protection that Robert had from her skin, as he didn't really want to touch her.

"I want to thank you for something." He said, his hands failing to touch her in any way.

"For what?" She slurred.

"For coming here tonight. For choosing me. I don't think you understand how grateful they are." He says with a smile; her drunken mind is more confused now. He chuckles, letting out a deep breath, before his hands reach up to grip her neck. Her eyes widen, full of questions – he can tell – but he continues to press his thumbs into her oesophagus, her windpipe closing. Her hands try to prize his off her neck, but he is far too strong. She tries to scream, flailing her arms, all to no avail. Robert is more powerful than he looks. His diet, and the diets of his furry companions, is one not to be scoffed at. With stronger bones and muscles, he has found himself and his felines to be more superior to those around them.

He watches with glee, as the light in her eyes begins to vanish, her pupils dilating, her hands stopping. He pushes her off him, her body landing on the floor with a loud thump. "Unfortunately, you aren't to my liking. I don't like your clothes, and I don't like the colour of your nails." He shrugs with a pout, turning towards the door.

A white cat sits in the doorway, he smiles as he crouches down, the cat walking towards him with love in its eyes. "But you Mercedes, you are so wonderfully pretty." He says, kissing her pink nose, his voice sounding as though he is talking to a baby. The cat meows, head-butting him with love. He sets her down on the ground, as she runs off into the house.

"Well. If I'm not going to fuck you, I'll take you downstairs." He says with a sigh, grabbing a hold of the girl's leg, slowly beginning to drag her from his room. Her clothes lie on the ground, as her mortified eyes are dragged past them. The unnamed woman's head hits each step, the sound echoing throughout the entire house.

It's safe to say, that Robert loves his cats. They know that he would do anything for them.

THE END
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Song Of The Chapter - The Lovecats by The Cure