Thirteen.

WARNINGS: Strong sexual references and bad language used.

Thirteen.

To some it may be lucky but to others, unlucky. What makes us so superstitious towards the number thirteen? Is it the fact that its two odd numbers placed together? Or is it just a hoax?

I for one, never believed in superstitions, if I walked on a crack there was no way I could break my mothers back because she was dead. Murdered before I could even walk. She was murdered by her ex-boyfriend Jeremy Bieber and I, I am out for revenge.

For the past year or so, I have been killing off Jeremy's closest friends and family. He doesn't suspect a thing, all he knows is everyone he has loved is dead and it is all his fault. Tonight, I'm killing off the last person he has left. The only person he thinks is safe.

His son, Justin Bieber.

Jeremy is a very superstitious man. He never walks under a ladder and he never steps on a crack on the pavement. I know because I've been watching him the last year and a half. So I thought, why not mess with his head? I'll kill thirteen of his closest friends and family and then leave him alone.

So far I've killed twelve of his peers, including his parents and his wife Erin. He thinks his two children, Jazmyn and Jaxon, were also murdered but I just couldn't bring myself to do it, they were too innocent. So, I packed them up and shipped them off to England where they're with a new foster family. I had to get them away from that... Monster.

Tonight I'll target his son Justin in a club in LA. All of his crew are going out with him to celebrate the release of his acoustic album so it'll be the perfect time to snatch him. A crowded club in LA with hundreds of teenage girls throwing themselves at him, he won't suspect a thing.

I took one last look at myself in the full length mirror. The material of my purple dress clung tightly to my body and showed my curves perfectly. The dress was very skimpy, not something I would usually wear. It came just below my butt cheeks and it looked like I had to be stitched in it. The bodice of the dress was covered in diamonds and it had a love heart cut around the breasts, showing off way too much of my cleavage. On my feet I had silver stilettos and my long legs were left bare without skin tights. My hair was brought to one side and curled and I had very light make-up on my face, except for my eyes which were layered with mascara. Happy, I walked to my wardrobe and took out my black satin clutch.

I walked over to my single bed and opened the clutch, turning it upside down. I let the contents of the tiny bag fall out . Scraps of paper, old chewing gum wrappers and a condom fell out. I felt a smirk growing on my lips as I placed the condom back in the bag and threw the rest of the rubbish in the trash. I placed a card in the bag alongside the condom and snapped it shut .

I grabbed my clutch and walked out of the tiny box room. I walked into the kitchen and flicked the light on. I placed the clutch on the table and walked over to the cabinet on top of the sink. Before I opened it, I looked around making sure no one was watching. The blinds were drawn and it was beginning to get dark. Happy that no one was around, I opened the cabinet and took out the small metal box at the back left. It was quite heavy so I grabbed it with both hands and placed it on the counter before me. I quickly put in the combination and I heard a tiny click, indicating that it was open. I put my hand in and took out my tiny hand pistol and silencer. I grabbed two bullets and closed down the lid of the box. I put it back in the cabinet and turned my attention to placing the bullets in the gun.

Once they were both in, I attached the silencer and put the pistol in my clutch. It fit perfectly in the bag so, I snapped it shut. I walked over to the glass jar on the counter and stuck my hand in and took out two twenty dollar bills. I folded them in half and put them down my bra. It would be too dangerous to place them in my clutch with the pistol. I turned off the light in the kitchen and walked out of my apartment. I continued down the hall and walked into the elevator and pressed the G button. Once I reached the ground floor I stepped out of the elevator and walked out of the apartment block. I stepped out onto the street and opened my bag to take out a diamond strap. I threw the bag over my shoulder and then called a cab from a phone booth.

"To Blaze Nightclub please," I asked the man as I sat into the cab. I crossed my legs and placed my clutch gently down on my lap. I heard the driver grunt in understanding and he took off speeding down the streets.

•.•.•.•.•.•

"That's $8.50 please, babe." the bartender shouted over the loud music. Scream by Usher was just beginning to play through the speakers and everyone was on the floor grinding. I slowly began to put my index finger and thumb down the top of my dress to receive money to pay for my vodka when a wicked smile appeared on the bartenders face.
"Why don't I just put it on my tab?" he said, moving forward so I could feel his warm breath on my face.

"I can pay you back later..." I whispered, moving my hand to the back of his head. I gently placed an open mouthed kiss on his earlobe and grabbed the glass of vodka. I stood up and walked away but turned first and connected eyes with the bartender. I shot him a quick wink and smirked. I turned around and rolled my eyes.

What a d****e.

My eyes scanned the club in search of anyone recognisable but to no avail. I took a sip of my vodka and scrunched my face up as I felt the burning gliding downing my throat. I lifted my eyes and connected with a pair of striking blue eyes, ravishing down along my body. I scoffed and walked away, walking along a row of high tables accompanied by at least fifty people. Suddenly, my eyes caught a glimpse of the brown, tousled sex hair and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

It was him. He was grinding up against a blonde and he was in a black v-neck, black jeans and gold hightops.

I weavered my way through the crowd and placed my vodka on one of the tables. Once I was passed them I spotted Justin's bodyguard leaning against the back wall. Growing slightly nervous I lowered my head but then I noticed the bottle of beer in his hand. Perfect. I started grinding a random guy who just happened to be walking by. He slithered his hands down to my hips and I pushed my a*s against his crotch. I looked up to see Justin's chocolate brown orbs staring at me intently. I winked at him and turned and kissed the guy I was grinding with. He instantly clenched his hands to my a*s and I shoved my tongue into his mouth. The reek of whiskey entered my nostrils and I pulled away just as the song ended. The room was then filled with the sound of Swedish House Mafia, Don't You Worry Child. I felt another hand gently placed on my hip and I turned to see Justin smirking at me.

I can't believe that actually worked. He's so freaking stupid.

I removed myself from the random guy and let Justin guide me away to a dark corner, away from his bodyguard.

"Hey..." I breathed out, running ny hands down his chest and back up again. I brought them around to behind his neck and started playing with the ends of his hair. Justin's eyes locked with mine and he placed his hands on my thighs, just where my dress ended. He gently placed his forehead against mine and a very faint smell of vodka could be smelt over the strong scent of his cologne.
"What's your name?" he whispered to me. My eyes searched his face, taking in every feature before locking with his eyes again.
"Amelia." I said to him slightly smirking. I shuffled closer to him and rubbed myself against his crotch gently. I heard a groan escape his lips as his eyes closed in pleasure. His head dropped to my neck where he began sucking and biting. I let a soft moan escape my lips and I pushed myself harder against Justin so my breasts were bulging out of the top of my dress. He lowered his head again and I felt his wet tongue glide across my breasts. His hands gripped tighter against my thighs and they raised, this time going under my dress. As soon as Justin's hands felt the skin of my a*s, he looked up at me and my hips slowly started grinding against his.
"Its called a thong..." I whispered sexily into his ear. I heard another groan leave Justin's lips and he squeezed my a*s, shoving me against him.

"Can we go somewhere more private?" I asked, running my hands down to the button on his jeans. In one swift motion, I popped it open and looked back up at Justin. His gaze was burning holes in me and he sighed.
"I don't have a condom..." He murmered, his lips inches from mine. I decreased the space between us and collided our lips in a kiss.
"I do," I whispered pulling away. Justin pecked my lips again and grabbed my hand, he started walking and I lowered my head making sure no one saw my face. I heard a door opening and Justin ushered me inside. I looked up to see we were in the bathroom. Justin walked into an empty cubicle and I walked in behind him. The bass of the music could still be felt and the music heard quite loud from the bathroom. Justin put down the toilet seat cover and I locked the door and removed my bag. I hung it from the hanger on the back of the door. Suddenly, the song changed to Justin's Beauty And A Beat. I felt myself smirking as I turned to face him, he was chuckling slightly and he grabbed my hips pulling me against him.

"Show you off, tonight I wanna show you off,"

Justin quietly sang into my ear while he pulled down the zipper on my dress. I finally have him where I wanted him but this is going way to fast. I pushed him off me and smirked as I sat him down on the toilet.

I pulled down the zipper on his pants and exposed his underwear which at the moment, resembled a tent. I brought my head down and kissed the tip and stood up again. I could have fun with this.

"Tonight, I'm your master." I whispered, bringing my hand behind my back and unzipping my dress. I let it fall down my body and I stepped out of it leaving me in only my underwear.
"Oh my god Amelia, f**k." He rasped. I sat down on his lap so I was straddling him. I grinded against him to the beat of the music.

"All I need, is a beauty and a beat. Who can make my life complete.."

Justin started grunting and I stood up, placing my index finger to his lips.
"Close your eyes baby." I commanded. Justin instantly shut his eyes and I turned to my bag and opened it. I took out my pistol and shoved it into Justin's forehead.

"This is because your f*****g father murdered my mother," I spat. Justin opened his eyes but it was no good. I pulled the trigger and sent a bullet flying through his head, instantly killing him. His body fell limp against the toilet. I looked at him in disgust and spat on him. Sick b*****d.

I turned to my bag and took out the card I had placed in it earlier on. I placed it gently on his chest and smiled in achievement. I put my pistol back in my bag and put my dress back on just as Beauty And A Beat ended. I walked out of the bathroom without looking back and I walked out of the club, finally happy that Jeremy would suffer. Just like I did.

•.•.•.•.•.•

A figure walked into the bathroom not long after Amelia had left. The smell of blood drew them towards the cubicle and they gently opened it, shocked at what they saw. Inside lay Justin Bieber, dead. He was bleeding out of his head and a crisp cream card was sitting on his chest. Horrified, the person picked it up.

"Justin was my number thirteen Jeremy, your favourite number. Enjoy your life, I hope you f*****g suffer you worthless c**t."