He moved slowly through the bushes at the front of the steep sloping lawn. He cringed every time a leaf rustled at his steps even though he knew there was no way that anyone in the house could see him and that it was highly unlikely that anyone would be walking by way out here in the country. Yet, he cringed again when his foot snapped a twig, freezing and staring up at the lit window, expecting someone to appear in it with a shotgun and floodlight. No one came to the window and he crept on.
The last week had been full of nights like these. He would drive his car out every night to the same place in the road where he would turn off his lights and head down a dirt track he had cleared and park it in a stand of trees. After shutting down the car, he would quickly peel off his clothes and replace them with total black attire. Then he would pull on a ski mask straight out of the movies and walk about a quarter of a mile to her house and creep through the bushes and up to the house. Every night he expected to get caught, but never was.
Never, on any of his nighttime stalkings, did he carry a weapon. He relied on his body and mind alone and he went to the gym religiously in order to be able to keep his body intact and strong. As a result, he was a powerful man and a formidable foe. He had yet to meet a man that he could not manhandle and twist into a pretzel. Strength and a superb confidence in his abilities were his weapons and he knew how to use them.
He continued on, coming out of the line of shrubbery and moving counter-clockwise around the rectangular yard keeping to the edges. He was a shadow, and now that he was out of the dry leaves and dead twigs, he made no noise but a slight shifting in the air. He flowed closer and closer to the house as he had done the last six nights, and kept his attention fluid, keeping an eye on the path he made and another on the house to his right.
The darkness seemed to enfold itself around him as he finally approached the house at the outer entrance to the storm cellar. No one noticed as he lifted the door open and slipped down into the concrete room.
Tonight he would use those weapons of muscle and mind. Tonight he would act on the desire that pulsed through his veins filling him with a compelling need to fulfill it. Tonight Eva would be his.
*****
Eva checked the clock and straightened her skirt again. She took another look into the mirror examining her features making certain she was as beautiful as she could make herself. The truth she did not realize, as many women fail to understand, was that she was already a beautiful woman. Her soft brown hair framed her astoundingly cute face and hung in beautiful little ringlets down to her shoulders. Her brown eyes were big pools that you could lose yourself in if you did not check yourself. One could fall in love with her looks before even leaving her face, but God help if that happened because once it did, her body would make that helpless man drool. Her thin frame and perfect 36 C breasts could destroy a man's mind and then put it all back together again. Nonetheless she frowned, seeing some imperceptible flaw in her bodice and tugged at the tight red fabric.
The reason for her fussing was because Fred, the man she had been seeing for about a week was supposed to come by for dinner that night and she wanted to knock him off his feet before he even stepped through the door. She had made chicken parmesan and had the whole dinner elegantly set on the table in the dining room. There were candles lit in every room so that harsh electric lighting would not be needed and she had even spritzed lavender oil onto the bed sheets because she had a feeling that the night would heat up before long.
She was not usually so romantic or forward, but something about the way Fred was always made her feel warm inside. That warmth had been fed by her own desires for a few nights as she sat in her chair by the fire and slipped a hand under her pajamas as she thought about his strong body and the feelings she had when he held her in his powerful arms and pressed her to his body. She wanted him so bad tonight that she could hardly hold it back. Somehow she managed to sit on the couch in the living room and think about something else.
She checked the clock again; it showed six fifty, meaning he would be there in about ten minutes. She got up to check to make sure everything was perfect again when she heard tires crunching up the gravel driveway and come to a halt. She hurried to the door and practically radiated happiness.
*****
He cursed as he heard the car approach the house. He could faintly discern the short conversation at the door and the footsteps overhead. He had known all along that she was seeing someone and that had only fueled his desire for her more, making her something that he could not have. He had decided that that would not stop him though, and he decided now that he would just have to deal with it thought it could endanger the whole night.
He lit the lamp he had placed at the door the night before and made his way to the cellar door that entered into the house. Turning the knob he found it was locked. Fuck, it's just one fucking difficulty after another tonight isn't it? God fucking damn it all. Thoughts of doing the whole thing another night never even crossed his mind. Tonight was his night, and nothing would save her from it. He grabbed a big can of olives from a shelf, raised it over his head and brought it down with a terrible force on the doorknob, ripping it from the door. The noise hardly reached his ears as his thoughts were screaming loudly in his head and blood was pounding in his ears.
This beautiful bitch is mine!
*****
The crash startled Eva and Fred and they broke from their kiss and stared towards the stairwell down to the cellar with confusion and fright on their faces.
"Wha—," Eva started before Fred ran over her words with, "Stay here while I check it out."
Fred started down the stairs with a determined look on his face, and Eva stood staring after him, breathing hard. She heard him shout at an intruder and then some scuffling and some grunting, and then a loud groan that sounded like it had come from the intruder. Surely her Fred had not been hurt. She was relieved and called to him, "Did you get him, Freddy?"
