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01 November 2011 @ 10:23 am
Day 1- word counts, excerpts, etc  
Come here to tell us about your progress for day one!

I'll try to do this sort of post every few days or so for people to update on word counts and such. ^_^
facingtheanimalfacingtheanimal on November 2nd, 2011 06:03 am (UTC)
Word Count for day one (so far): 10,078
Background info for excerpt:
A Dominatrix is murdered - her body positioned to show Dominance.
A Hollywood actress is found dead in clear view of the Hollywood sign.
Both women were raped, murdered and their throats slit.
Crime Reporter, Stephanie Carovella, swore she would never return to Los Angeles after the death of her husband. But when her best friend is murdered, she returns determined to find out what happened to Angel Monroe.
It's a game of cat and mouse, as Stephanie races to find this serial killer before he becomes his next victim.

Excerpt (up to 1500 words):

Angeline closed her eyes, her breathing shaky. Tears slid down her cheeks, as she slowly counted to ten. She clutched the kitchen knife in her hands tightly, the handle slippery with her own blood.
This time he was going to kill her. Of that, she had no doubt. But she also knew she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. She’d fight him to the very end.

She closed her eyes tighter. How could he have found her? After all this time, how could he have possibly known where she was? She’d been so careful in covering her tracks, erasing any trace of her past.’
Her eyes opened quickly, hearing his heavy footsteps. Slow and steady, they moved along the polished, wooden floorboards.
She crouched down in her wardrobe, a silent prayer tumbling from her lips. She prayed for all her past sins, praying for anything to get her out of this nightmare. She closed her eyes again, shakily wiping away the tears wetting her cheeks.

Never again would she see her friends. Never again would she hold them close to her and let them know how much she loved them. They were the closest she had to a real family and now she would never get a chance to say her goodbyes to them.
Her eyes flew open wide with panic. Stephanie! She had to warn Stephanie. She had to warn her to stay away; to stay where she was safe. If he had found her then it would only be a matter of time before he found Stephanie too.

Hearing his footsteps moving towards her, she closed her eyes again – her heart pounding rapidly. This was the end for her. No more was she going to fear him. Even while there was a part of her that was terrified of dying, there was another part of her that was completely at peace with it.
Once it was done, he wouldn’t be able to scare her. He wouldn’t be able to hurt her anymore. She knew that. She’d finally be free; free from the hell he’d put her through. She drew in a deep breath, hearing his footsteps stop. They started again, as he entered the bedroom.
She watched him through the cracks of her bedroom closet, holding her breath in, fearing he could hear every breath she took.

“Sweet Angeline, you’re being very naughty. Come out wherever you are. You can’t hide from me forever my sweet, sweet Angel.” He sang, spinning around the room.

Her grip on the knife tightened. She waited, her heart racing, watching as the closet door handle turned slowly.
As soon as the door opened she pounced, a roar ripping from deep within her throat. Adrenaline surged through her and she tackled the man to the ground.
She clawed at him, her fury driving her. She raised the knife above her head, bringing it down in a vicious thrust.
He parried the thrust, catching her arm before she could make contact with his body. His other hand shaped into a fist, slamming into her jaw.

He smiled coldly, watching her slump unconscious to the ground.
“I’m so sorry my sweet Angeline. I didn’t really want to do that, but you left me with no choice.” He whispered, tenderly stroking her blonde hair.
“And you wondered why I wanted you, my sweet Angel. You’ve got spirit. You’re a fighter. I like that in my women.” He murmured quietly, his expression one of love.
He ran his hands lovingly over her body.
“It’s the very reason I chose you.” He whispered, gently caressing his lips against her cheek.

Straightening up, his expression turned cold. He slid the knife blade across her cheek, drawing blood.
He spoke to the silent room.
“Now, it’s time to get this party started.”

How do you feel you're doing so far?

Very good