Crimson Sight: Boiling Blood

Chapter 1,
As I stalked through the shadow of the house, I could hear the crisp cold grass crunch under my feet. This was the night I had been waiting for, that I had trained years to perfect. The night itself was perfect. The full moon was out, providing sufficient light. A large mass of clouds were about to block out the extra light. This was my alarm lock. For when the lights went out, my plan would fall in motion.
Five minutes give or take. That's how much longer I had to wait. I was so anxious. The fingers of my right hand tightened around the grip of my favorite knife that sat at my side hanging on my belt. It wasn't fancy, double edged, black steel, but it was enough to do the job. As I slid on my gloves, I heard a click behind me. This was a very distinct click, one that I had been trained to recognize in an instant. The click of a pistol, which at the moment was pointed at the back of my skull.
Behind me, I could hear my assailant's tendons tightening, getting ready to pull the trigger. No. No, it can't be over this fast. Not yet. I'm so close. As if my hand had acted on it's own, I pulled my knife and threw it behind me without even looking. Thump thump. Two sounds I knew well. The first, my knife boring into the chest of my now fallen enemy. The second, my enemy's corpse hitting the ground.
This gets easier with time, the killing. When you're taken under the wing of a monster you become one. Taking my knife from the cadavar, I continued along the side of the house to get to my target. I came upon the window that I had grown to know over the some few years that I spent being "happy". The window that I had began and ended many nights crawling in and out of to be used over and over again. The window to the room of the bane of my existence. The window that now led me to my sleeping ex-lover. "Stephanie." I whispered her name. Still tasting the sweet softness of her lips on mine.
I slid the window open so quietly a thief could not have done better. Climbing in I could feel my heart racing. I was finally going to get my revenge. As I approached the bed I had so many times taken refuge in, my heart stopped. This was a trap. There was no one in the bed. But a mere pillow sat under the covers. As if only now hearing the heavy breathing I turned and ducked quickly. For, as per normal, a blade was being swung in a manner to decapitate me. And before I could stop to think my actions through, my blade had cut deep into Stephanie's stomach.
She would be dead in minutes. And now, as I held her body, I felt the warmth leave. I saw the light leaving her eyes. And mine began to fill with tears. As much as I wished to refuse it, I had still loved her, and now she would be gone forever. As I sobbed the words came out as a loud, terrifying cry."Oh my god! What Have I done? Stephanie please don't leave me!".
The Bedroom door flew open. Shit, her parents. "Oh dear lord! Jeff! Call 911!" I had to leave. But I wouldn't go without her. I couldn't leave my Stephanie. I scooped her up and fled out the window which used to be the door to a place I had once considered a home. Now, it was an ugly reminder of the cold beast I had become.
I had taken Stephanie to the only safe place I could think of. My hide-out. A creepy old abandoned church at the end of town. It was dusty and all tagged up on the outside. Inside was like a gothic safe haven. I layed Stphanie's cold lifeless body on a table and rested my head on her shoulder. I sobbed all that night repeating myself. "I will fix this, I promise."

That was the first chapter of a story I started today. Feedback? Especially if you liked it 'cause then I'll do another chapter or two.