[ WP ] A girl meets a boy that changes her life forever . Her first kill .

Ayla knew from the moment they locked eyes that he was the one. 
 Ever since she was a little girl she ’ d fantasised about this exact moment, constantly recreating situation after situation imagining different locations, with different people, in different parts of the world. Many hours of boring high school classes had been filled with these private daydreams and each time they always provided a certain thrill for her. Now here she was, finally, at the age of 24 about to live out her private little fantasy. Of course she had never shared these feelings with anyone. How could she? How do you begin to explain a fascination with death? 
 
 Ironically it was her respect for life which cultivated her desire to kill. Living things have a certain spark, a certain indescribable light and immeasurable beauty which separates them from all other things in universe. This concept had, in part, driven her passion for Biology and resulted in the degree which currently hung over her desk back at home. Yet despite all the respect and love she held for living creatures a single question infatuated her. What would it feel like to take that away from somebody? 
 
 She never had any intention of acting on any of these impulses and until about 5 seconds ago truly believed that she would live out her life without breaking her private taboo. However the decision to end this man ’ s life had been reached unexpectedly and without question, as is the case with all great choices in life. 
 Did this man deserve to die? Probably not. He had tried to mug her, but stealing a handbag was hardly a capital offence. He ’ d tripped almost immediately after snatching the bag which was all the time Ayla needed to seize the nearby brick. Ayla ’ s body flooded with adrenaline as she covered the ground between herself and her fallen victim, the brick weighed down on her hand as if it were made of lead but self-righteous fury allowed her to wield it effortlessly. In truth, she hadn ’ t the faintest clue of her intentions as she approached him, he had only been on the ground for a matter of seconds and the adrenaline was calling the shots right up until she stood over him. He turned his head to look up at her; they locked eyes and Ayla ’ s stomach filled with butterflies. She couldn ’ t help herself, now was her time. It was as if he were a gift from fate or some dark god or more likely a demon but it didn ’ t matter to Ayla who her benefactor was, she ’ d fantasised of this moment for years and it ’ d take more than mere moral quandaries to rob her of it. 
 
 The brick descended. 
 
 The light went out. 
 
 It was beautiful. 

