Mirror Mirror

I'm hoping to keep this brief, even though it won't be. Probably.

Don't even bother, Mother. We're not going anywhere fast.

Shut up Minerva. I'm trying, alright? Trying.

Lucius is... unusually nice. To me, at least. everyone else is getting the butt end of his jackassery. I wonder if the affection stems from something more than just my similarity to his late girlfriend... He has often referred to me as 'adorable' and 'cute', especially during my moments of joking around.

I'm a surprisingly effective comedian, if I can get a serial killer to laugh at my black humor.

Of course, my guard has not been lowered. I still operate under the understanding that once I am no longer a source of amusement, he will dispose of me as a child disposes of a broken toy. Except, in a much more violent fashion- namely, killing me. Therefore, I must keep myself amusing for him, which honestly shouldn't be a problem. My wit and sarcasm have gotten me into trouble before- now they may possibly provide a means of preserving my life.

I haven't mentioned my hunt for Lucius' cohort in a while, mostly because there's nothing to report. He seems to have gone underground- there have been next to no new reports of missing girls falling into the late teens category in the ******* area, which probably means either that A) they have yet to be reported to the police, or B) the killings have stopped. permanently.

I really hope it's B. As fascinating as this hunt is, I really don't want to become a victim of my own curiosity.

You already are one, Mother.

Do shut up, Minerva. I'm not in the mood for your sarcasm.

K has informed me of a few changes in our interpretation of Lucius' past. notably, his reason for killing his first girlfriend- it wasn't because she was pregnant that she was leaving him, it was that fact that she found out he was murdering people behind her back.

Seems to me that Lucius had always had a penchant for killing. Also, he insists that killing her was unintentional- he simply freaked out. He didn't want to be alone- and her leaving him would have left him very much alone.
So the crying... was supposedly genuine.

I honestly cannot believe a word that comes out of this man's mouth. He's attempting a Bundy Gambit- generate sympathy, then strike when the walls are down.
I've seen this happen to too many victims for it to affect me.

You're lying, mom. It's definitely affecting you. You're falling for him!

You're the one falling for him, Dementia. not me. whatever affection I hold for him is simply your twisted feelings bleeding over into my own psyche. Nothing more.

I've recently found a Fear Blog that has several excellent theories. You will need to read the entire thing starting from the beginning in order to actually understand what is going on though- Here's the address to the first page. Good luck surviving the first few information dumps, but otherwise, it's an engaging and rather delightful story.