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yourhorrorwhore · 2 years

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Dark Skies Bring Sharp Knives

Chapter 5

I'm All Ears

You know that feeling when your mom tells you to clean your room before she gets home and then she texts you that she's five minutes away from home so you start cleaning like you just snorted a shit tone of cocaine? Yeah, that was the type of level I was on while driving towards my brothers school. Eli is my only brother, if anyone hurts him it's going to be me and only me. If this fucking asshole lays a finger on a single hair of his, I'm gonna make him regret screwing with us. As I began to near the school, my phone was sent a string of new text messages. I decided to let my phone connect via bluetooth and read out the messages in which they were received. "Message from UNKNOWN. I wonder how long it will take for you to get here on time." Fuck, he knows I'm coming. How, is the remaining question? Another thought that loomed over my head was how much does this stranger know about me? I don't mind a bit of attention here and there but this is far past my comfort zone. "New message from UNKNOWN. You better hurry, class is over. I can see him now. How about I do you the favor and take him home for you?" No, I can't let this happen! I picked up my phone and parked as quickly as I could. Calling Eli as fast as one could imagine, I started jogging towards his classroom as the phone kept ringing. I got no response as the call went straight to voice mail. "Eli!" Teachers began looking my direction with concern but how could I tell them there's a serial killer on the campus? "Eli!" I finally managed to get to his classroom and saw that he was being lectured by his teacher. "Christ, there you are.." His teacher, Mrs. Alexander, walked towards me with a face that had no ounce of amusement on it. Eli was in trouble again, I can take a few guesses but I better hear it from her. "Hello, Billie. Nice to see you again. I'm sorry to keep you waiting and have you run out here, but I needed to teach Elijah here that being on his phone during class is disruptive to his education." Now I understand why he didn't answer my calls. My heart rate decided to finally come back down to earth and resume its regular schedule. "Promise me you'll stay off your phone in my class? I don't want to have to send you out for now following rules." Eli looked down as he shifted uncomfortably knowing full well he'll get lectured when he gets home. "I promise." Mrs. Alexander sighed, drained of all energy I'd assume from teaching little demons all day. She was a respectable teacher but like most people there was only so much she could take. "Thank you, Elijah. You can go, enjoy your evening. Be sure to do your homework."

Pulling him close to my side, I gave his teacher a thumbs up signaling that I would make sure he would do the work once he's home. "I swear she only picks on me. Everyone else who gets on their phone she just gives warnings. I always get in trouble." I had to bring my scrambling mind back into focus as we got inside my car. My eyes couldn't help but look everywhere to make sure no one was watching or following us back to my car. I've watched Taken one too many times and for good reason. Once we were safe according to my good judgement, I drove us both back home. "You okay? You look tense." Eli glanced over towards me, picking up on my distress. Normally we'd be chatting it up on the way back home but after the day and night I've had, I wasn't exactly feeling myself. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just dealing with some personal shit. Thanks though." I had to play this off as best I could, I didn't want to put anyone at risk. However, not telling anyone what's going on felt exactly like I was putting my family in some form of danger. I just don't want anyone to worry and be too protective over me. That's how more people get hurt. Like it or not, I feel like I'm alone on this one. Pulling up into the driveway, I rushed ourselves into the house and up to my room to be greeted by our feline friend, Ghost. "He's so cute! Look at his eyes, they're so blue. Cool.." At least Elijah is safe and happy with the new pet. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if he got hurt. Elijah's fifteen but I always felt like I had to play the role of backup parent towards him. He's a good little brother and surprisingly doesn't annoy me as much. He always wanted to be near me when he was younger but as he got older, spending more time with his friends became a priority. Guess I couldn't blame him, that's how I started out myself. "Yeah, he's pretty cute. Very friendly too. Not sure how I'll be able to convince mom and dad to let us keep him. I'm sure there'll be some pushback." Not that my family was anti animals but they never really pushed for pets in the house. Hopefully Ghost will be able to persuade them with his charm. "I'll have to run to the store later to grab supplies for him. This may come as a shock to you but we have zero cat food or toys." Eli smirked at my sarcasm, going along with it effortlessly as he pet the fluffy cat. "Damn, just when I thought we were fully stocked." I chuckled lightly, I loved the shared bond we had with one another. Most siblings fight each other but we somehow managed to skip that phase for now. Not sure if it'll happen soon or ever for that matter.

Glancing over at my phone again, I had seen that my new best friend sent me a few more messages while I was trying to get a grip on reality. "It really carves a smile on my face to see you scared. Always looking over your shoulder to make sure no ones watching you." Okay, this person is one hundred percent stalking me. Not a doubt in my mind he's watching me now... "I want you, Billie. I want you to be begging for mercy under my knife." I'm being hunted by some maniac with a knife and a niche for killing college students. What the fuck is going on in this town? "You will be MINE Billie. You'll cave eventually. Watch your back baby, or my knife will greet it first." This asshole is getting on my nerves. What's the obsession with me about? I don't exactly like the idea of this guy killing innocent people because of me. There has to be a motive but what? Gathering up some courage I decided to respond to this stranger. Maybe I can get some answers out of him. Here's to wishful thinking. "What if I'm playing hard to "catch?" What if I'm some weird girl who's into all this shit?" I can't let this person take a hold over my life. What if they know who I am personally? This can cause an issue quickly. My phones text alert went off, let the record show that serial killers respond faster than any other guy I've tried dating. "I doubt that. If that was true, I'd have you in my arms drooling for me to do unspeakable things to your body." I have his attention. For how long though? "Why me? Why target me? I'm nobody special. Can't you just fuck off and kill yourself?" Forgetting Eli was in my room still, he picked up Ghost and headed off to his room to chat with his online friends. Probably for the best. "Someone's being bold today. I wouldn't play so tough Billie. Mommy and daddy will be home soon. Be a shame to find their only children gutted on the floor. If you play nice, I'll tell you." Shit, the last thing I need is to put me or my brother at risk. It's me he's interested in, I'd rather keep it that way. "Fine. So can you tell me now?" Suddenly my phone started to ring. It was him, not a doubt in my mind. Fuck I hope this doesn't get me killed. I answered the phone and put the call on speaker. "Hello?" My voice sounded nervous, something he could easily detect. "You got a lot of fucking nerve puffing your chest up to me, Billie. Why the sudden change in attitude?" Whatever voice scrambler he was using was doing it's job. There was no way for me to tell who this person was. "What? You don't like when I stand up to you? I thought you wanted to kill me? Doesn't this just wanna make you come out and get it over with?" The stranger began laughing. "Don't try and play smart with me. Patience is a virtue. You wanna know why I picked you?" Yes, for fucks sake this guy likes to hear himself talk. "There's something I see about you that stands out and I'm very fascinated by it. So much so that I want you for myself." What the fuck does that even mean? Like a slave? "I'm not sure I'm understanding what you want here." There was a brief pause. Only the sound of his breath could be heard. "I want you, Billie. Mine and only mine. Body and soul. If I can't have you, no one can." There's no way this guy is expecting to go out on cute couple dates after talking to me like this. Not sure holding hands at the park would be appropriate after butchering my friends. "I'm not some pet you can just keep for yourself, asshole! I'm a person, I have a life!"

Silence once again, at this point It was starting to become deafening. I shouldn't have done this. I'm regretting ever wondering why he chose me in the first place. "Come to your window." My heart skipped a beat. No way.. there's no chance he's outside. I peeled the curtain back slowly and there he was. Phone in hand, knife in the other. "I know where you live, where you go to school and who your friends are. You can't run from me." My heart began to pound in my chest harder and faster, I was scared he'd might hear it. I didn't know what to do, how to respond. So I said the first thing that came to mind. "Fuck.. you." The stranger flipped the knife in his hand as he tilted his head slightly. "Well, only if you say so." As he dropped the call to an abrupt end, he looked up and stared at me for what felt like minutes. Faster than I could blink, he made a quick dash towards the house. "Fuck!" He was headed towards the garage and I know for a fact it's unlocked. Running back down stairs and praying to God I make it in time, I quickly ran to the door and locked it. "Shit!" I leaned against the counter to catch my breathe and look out the window. He was gone, for now. This could've gotten worse and fast. Taking a final glance at the window, a chill was sent down my spine. There the mask was staring back at me but not from the outside. Spinning around with a closed fist, my swing was halted by his stronger grip. His other hand held the blade to my throat, pressing it slightly hard against my skin. "Scream and you die here and now." I remained silent even though every part of my body wanted to run and scream bloody murder. "I warned you what would happen. Pushing my body up against the wall, his hand clamped around my throat while his blade explored all over my body slowly eventually making its way back up to meet between my eyes. He shifted his gaze towards the light switch then back at me. "I can't stay long. So much to do so little time. Especially since you've been wasting mine." Before I could speak, his knife flicked the switch down, leaving me in darkness. Only the light from outside shined down onto the sink. "You've got guts, Billie. Surrender to me or I'll see what those guts of yours look like." There was a sound of shuffling cloth before me. With no light on us, I couldn't make out any details of this person besides his height. My thoughts became interrupted as I felt a pair of lips clash into mine. Man, this was absolutely, hands down, not a single doubt in my mind... a man. His hand clamped onto the back of my hair pulling it back forcing my face up higher to meet his nonexistent one. His kisses were deep and full of passion, almost like he waited his whole life for this moment. This is a homicidal maniac, and no, I will not date him! If the circumstances were different, I might have reconsidered.

Once he got his mouthful, the man adjusted his mask to make sure no further parts of his face exposed his identity. "Your lips are so soft. Can't wait to discover the other ones." Soon, a pair of headlights shined into the main living room windows. It was mom, finally back home from work. As I turned to say a few memorable last words to the stranger, he was gone. Engulfed by the darkness as it was his only means of getting away from sticky situations. I turned the light on and quickly brushed down my hair with my fingers, trying my best to not look like I was just held up by a killer. As my mother walked in with her hands full of groceries, I jogged over towards her and began offering my free services. "Thank you, your dad will be home a bit late tonight but I'm gonna go ahead and start prepping dinner for us. Help me get the rest, please." Walking out slowly towards the car, I began checking my surroundings to make sure yet again that I wasn't being watched. I quickly grabbed the rest of the bags and items in the trunk and quickly hauled them inside to make sure no more trips needed to be made back outside. I was quickly beginning to learn that my life won't be going back to normal any time soon. Elijah rushed downstairs excited to show off our new edition to the family. "Mom, look! Billie found a cat outside! We named him Ghost! Please, please, please can we keep him?" My mother cast what seemed to be the most annoyed glare ever directly towards me, her arms crossed around her chest. "You let a stray cat with God knows what type of diseases it might be carrying, inside our house?" Should of seen that coming, leave it to mom to be the one to shut down all forms of fun. "Yes, I know it's a stray but it was hungry and rain was coming in, I didn't want it to be outside getting poured on." My mother ran her fingers through her thick brown hair, pushing it away from her face. "Look, Billie, I understand you like pets but if you want it, you care for it. This is your responsibility now. I can't wait to hear what your dads going to say." I was a bit curious myself to hear what he had to say about the situation but as of right now, I'm just glad everyone is okay and safe. For now. I needed a minute to calm myself down and find some peace to ease my mind.

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll be over the moon for a cat.. I'll be in my room." Ignoring the chatter left behind me downstairs, my phone started to alert me to a text from Jasper. Looking at the text, I saw a picture attached to his message. "Got my own place! Home sweet home, right?" That's adorable, I've always wanted my own place to be able to decorate it the way I see fit. My own sweet escape from reality. "That's great! can't wait to see it all done!" Resting my head down on the pillow, my thoughts began to travel back to the incident in the kitchen. What really was it that this guy saw in me? What was so alluring that he had to target me above anyone else? Before I could close my eyes, Jasper started to call me. Can I not just get some well deserved rest in this life? "Hello?" I tried my best to sound half asleep in hopes he'd pick up on my tone. "Hey, sorry to disturb you but I do have furniture here! Was gonna offer you a dinner slash movie night if you were up to it? If not, it's okay! We can always plan another night if that's okay?" I'm suddenly wide awake and ready to leave now. A night spent with Jasper? Sign me the hell up! "Yeah, I'm down! Text me the address, I'll be there soon." I grabbed my keys and roughed up bag before rushing back down. "I'll be back, going to Maddie's dorm!" I yelled at mother before she had a chance to speak about dinner. Lasagna can wait, this was a much better way to clear my mind from anything. Once I entered my car, I received the address from Jasper, giving me the location to his new place. Perfect, only a ten minute drive. Turning on my playlist to relax my mind once more. Putting the gear into reverse, I pulled out the driveway and headed off towards what I can only hope a fun night and lots of sex. Driving slightly over the speed limit, my thoughts began to travel once more. I began imagining Jaspers hand between my thighs, grasping at them firmly and slowly parting them like the red sea. This man has me wrapped around his finger and he doesn't even know it yet. Maybe tonight he can finally show me what I was missing out on.

Focusing my attention back onto driving, I started to push on the acceleration urging my car to go faster. I eventually began to pull up into the neighborhood and started looking for the address. Didn't take too long to figure out since he was standing outside with a beer in his hand and blunt in the other. I parked my car up on the curb and rushed out to greet him. "You rolled a blunt for me? You're too kind." Snatching away his special herb and inhaling a much needed hit, Jasper chuckled softly and offered me a drink. "I hope you like green apple flavor. Unfortunately for you, there were not fruity combination type drinks. I did my best to look though." I smiled softly and hugged him briefly to show my appreciation. "Thanks for checking, you didn't have to but that was sweet of you... So, do I get a mini tour?" Jasper quickly finished his bottle before tossing it towards a near by trash bin and gestured me inside with his arms. "Ladies first." He smiled as he pushed the door open. The home was a bit outdated but there was a unique charm to it. Just a bit of TLC could really bring it back to life. "There's not much, just the basics for now. Couch, table, tv, and bed. The rest I'm still working on." I began exploring the kitchen and of course investigating his pantry. "Sorry, not many snacks to munch on either. I need to go grab some food tomorrow. Tonight I thought we'd order in and watch a movie or something." Behave yourself, Billie. Now is not the time to start getting excited. "Yeah, sure! Chinese sound good?" Jasper smiled as he began ordering on his phone. "Always! What do you want? Here's the menu." After taking what felt like an eternity looking through their menu, we decided to pig out and order a shit tone of food. Being high does that to you and those munchies will be in our favor later. "So, how was your day?" Oh God, lets not go there. Anything but my day. "Pretty lame. Just found a stray cat and watched the rain. You?" Jasper inhaled slowly as we both walked towards the couch, sinking into its comfortable cushion. "Well, I got this place set up earlier and then decided I didn't want to wait till tomorrow to see you. Figured you'd wanna be the first person to come check out my place tonight." My stomach began to flutter. He was thinking of me like that? I couldn't help but feel flattered that he wanted me to be the first one seeing his new home.

"Well, I mean.. I like it. It's cozy, ya know?" Jasper pulled my legs over his lap, wrapping his arm around my neck. The smell of beer and weed lingered onto his body with a hint of cologne that smelled like heaven. My heart started beating faster as I began to feel nervous. Was it happening right here, right now? "You look pretty tonight. I hope I don't ruin any makeup you have on." I locked eyes with him and started to speak with a calm, low tone. "What do you mean?" He smiled as he took another hit before answering my question. "The food. It can be messy so I apologize in advance if it gets messed up." There's no way in hell he meant the food. I wanted this man, more than anything I wanted him to just ruin me but I had to play it cool. One step at a time. "So, got any movie ideas? Comedy, romance, horror, sci-fi?" Jasper reached for his remote and began scrolling through the many streaming services he has. Netflix, HBO, Hulu, Amazon, Disney+, you name it, he had it. After scrolling for a while, we landed on watching the first Alien movie. Our Chinese order had just so happen to arrive right at the same moment. Things were falling into place so smoothly and I couldn't be happier. We set up our plates on the coffee table in front of the couch and began feasting like starving animals. Truthfully, Alien may have not been the right choice of movie to pick while eating but both of us were too stoned to care. Only food could satisfy our needs right now. Thirty minutes in and I started feeling a bit full to my stomach. Chinese always knows how to hit the spot. "Hey, I got to ask you something. You don't need to respond to it if its too uncomfortable but.. do you think the killer was in the house with us the night of the party?" I placed my fork down into a pool of lo mein noodles and carefully swallowed a chunk of orange chicken before collecting my thoughts for an appropriate answer. "I think we got lucky we didn't have to find out ourselves. If the killer was there, it could've been anyone. They say it's usually someone you know. I don't have many friends so, I'm not sure it's anyone I know." Except maybe my fucked in the head ex, that seems like a fair suspect.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I still feel guilty for leaving you the way I did. I promise I was having a fun time with you. Hopefully you enjoyed yourself too." Perfect transition. Now I can work my magic. "Well, I mean I was, but... I wish I could've had some more time with you." My hand snaked its way slowly up his thigh and began rubbing closer towards his zipper. Jasper smirked and locked eyes with mine, his hand holding my lower jaw closer to his face. "Well, we could pick up where we left off if you want." My hand was quickly grasped by his as he placed it over his now growing erection. Holy shit, it's just as I imagined, if not better than that. Picking me up in one swift move, I was carried towards the bedroom and tossed like a used shirt onto his bed. "Take your top off, please. Bra as well." I wasn't about to argue with the man, I wanted this as much as him. Maybe a bit more on my end but who fuckin cares? Watching Jasper strip down and revealing his fully erect cock sent me straight up to heaven and back down to enjoy every second. He grabbed my ankles as he pulled me towards the edge of the bed and started ripping my jeans off along with my underwear. "Those don't need to be on as well." While I wasn't about to disagree with him, my face began to feel flushed and hot to the touch. The want and desire filled the room as I began instinctively lifting my hips towards him. "Someone's excited. You're making a mess all over yourself." A pool of warm liquid had begun spilling its way out from my body. There was no way to conceal my desires now. This man had me wanting him to do everything and anything to me, I honestly fee like he could pull out a brick and I'd be all for it. "Now, before I go on any further.. I need to know something." I swear I'm not a virgin, please don't ask me that.. "Are you okay with me being rough with you tonight? I'd rather hear it from you right here and now." Well that was unexpected. Sweet and nice of him to ask for my verbal consent, but also unexpected. I mean, we're both fully naked at this point, I think it's safe to say I consent. "Yes, yes, I consent. I'm all for it. Please, I'm down for whatever you want." Jasper smiled for half a second before he dove straight down between my legs. His tongue slowly began gliding smoothly between my lips, each stroke earning him soft moans. My back slowly arched up towards the ceiling as my hands found a fistful of his hair to grip and pull in closer.

"Fuck.." His tongue felt warm and wet from his salivating mouth, hungry for more sounds of pure ecstasy to escape from me. "You taste so good, baby.." I've always been self conscience about my body and all the fluids that leak from it, hearing him sound satisfied with how I tasted sent chills down my spine and legs. "Keep going, please.." My thighs began squeezing the sides of his head as my hand pushed his face back down towards my wet lips. With one arm, Jasper managed to push open my right leg and slip in his middle and index fingers. His fingers curled inside slowly at first but eventually picking up speed as he carefully massaged my G-spot. "How's it feel? You're squirming so much for me." Must I answer his blatantly obvious question? Was my body language and moaning not enough to signal that I was enjoying every second of this moment? "Good... It feels really good." Jasper placed a soft kiss atop of my knee before removing his now creamy covered fingers. "You ready for more?" As Jasper began aligning himself in front of me, my thoughts started to take me back to my nightmare. Seeing Jasper above me one second and the next some deranged killer. "Yes, please.." Now is not the time to be thinking of that serial killer. What was it the people of this town called them? Ghostface? My train of thoughts were pleasantly interrupted by Jaspers fully erect member gliding slowly up and down between my creamy covered lips, careful not to insert himself inside. "Before I continue, I have to ask. Are you on any form of birth control? I'm all for being a father one day but not so soon." He chuckled momentarily as he looked deeply into my lustful eyes, holding a strong gaze. "It's okay, I'm on the pill. I'll be fine." I was actually impressed by the pure willpower Jasper held to make sure I was feeling okay with everything he was doing and to even ask about birth control. A lot of guys just assume once the clothes are off, it's green lights from there on. "Perfect, then I can start doing this." With one swift thrust, he was fully emerged inside of me and began finding a smooth rhythm. "Fuck, you're so tight." His moans and grunting became intoxicating sounds as he started sliding himself in deeper and with more force behind each thrust. My legs began to lock onto his hips, almost as to make sure he didn't find himself losing his target. The sound of skin smacking against each other echoed in the moderately empty bedroom, surely loud enough to be heard throughout the entire house. Thankfully it was only us, the last thing I needed was unwelcomed guests interrupting our intense love making. "Turn around, lay on your stomach and put your arms behind your back.." I was never introduced to rough sex mainly because my ex's didn't know how to communicate with me about the things that I liked. It was always the same old missionary position for five quick minutes and that was it.

Doing as told, Jasper pinned my wrists together with a single hand and raised my hips with the other. Feeling him insert himself back inside sent my eyes rolling to the back of my skull. My lip was facing punishment by my teeth as I bit harder from each thrust Jasper delivered. His hand began to rub my ass in slow circles before coming down with hard smacks. This was definitely going to leave some sort of bruise or print in the morning, not that I had any objections to begin with. Releasing my wrists from his hold, Jasper soon found himself a fistful of my hair to pull back and press his face close to my ear. "Do you like getting fucked like this?" My moans began to increase as each thrust brought us both closer to a blissful orgasm. "Yes!" My moans prevented me from speaking further on. What else was there to say? Jaspers fingers found its way down to my clit, rubbing it like his life depended on it. "Please, don't stop.. so close." My breathing had started to become more erratic as his thrusts were lifting me higher to the clouds above. A few more hard deep strokes later and I could tell he was on the verge of finishing. My legs had begun to start shaking as my body was radiating an intense amount of heat also nearing the finish line. "You ready baby?" Jaspers breathing was becoming heavier as he managed to hold himself a few seconds longer before releasing his load. "Yes, finish in me!" My nails dug into his shoulder blades as he slammed his body into me one last time before delivering his full load. A wave washed over me as my body became a spiraling mess. Reaching an orgasm this intense had been hard for me to reach with any of my previous partners. With him it almost felt natural and easy for him to achieve. "Holy fuck.. that was.." I looked over to Jaspers sweaty body, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath as he regained his stamina. "Amazing?" I smiled as I inhaled short quick breathes of air. "Yes... you're so perfect Billie. There's something about you that I just feel like I understand. Wish I knew what but.. maybe a mystery isn't all the bad?" I smiled softly before leaning into his warm body for comfort. "I'm just me. That's all." After a moment of silence and recovery from a steamy fuck session, we both quickly washed our sweaty bodies off from the stench of sex and any left over fluids that lingered. Once back into our clothes, Jasper pulled me in close for a night of cuddles and hopefully sweet dreams. "Goodnight, Billie." Jasper leaned over my shoulder leaving a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling back to rest his head above mine. "Goodnight, Jasper." Before I knew it, we had both fallen into a deep death like sleep.

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yourhorrorwhore · 2 years

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Dark Skies Bring Sharp Knives

Notes: Moving forward to chapter 4 will bring us some new excitement now that the killer has peaked his interest onto Billie. I hope you enjoy slow burners. I know I said there's "sexy time" involved in this story and trust me, there will be more. I just gave you a taste of what's to come. Be patient my creatures of the night. Enjoy chapter 4!

Chapter 4

When it Rains it Pours

I couldn't believe this was happening. None of this felt real. I kept praying to whatever god that was real for this to be some cruel prank. The brutality of these murders sent my mind spiraling down a dark hole that I could not escape. Did they suffer long? Did they see it coming or was it a quick death? I couldn't imagine being there any longer than I had been. Whose to say I could of been one of those victims. I had so many questions but as predicted, so did investigators. The flashing of blue and red lights glowed outside my window and tinted one side of my face. I looked towards the floor, swinging my feet off the edge of the bed slowly. My hands twisted amongst itself, unsure of what to do. "Do you know of anyone who would want to hurt you? Anyone at all? Maybe an old friendship that gone bad? An ex? Any bit of information can help us help you, Ms. Sarian." Good lord, don't make me sound like an older woman. Although, I did have a possible suspect in mind. Question is, would I make the situation worse if I tell them I thought it was my crazy ex boyfriend who pretended to be some stalker outside my window a while back? Answer should probably be yes, but something is telling me to hold off on that. "No, nothing comes to mind. All my old friends are back in New York. None of which I left with bad blood." The cop scanned the room one last time before nodding his head softly and spoke with a sincere voice. "Okay. My name is Robert, but sheriff Turner will do. My deputy, Jess Mills is over there speaking with your friends. Give us a call if you hear or see anything. Even if you have some more small details that can help. School campus security will be hanging around more around your dorms. They'll do whatever necessary to protect you all." While I felt some sort of comfort hearing sheriff Turner's reassurance, part of me couldn't help but think if this killer wanted in then he'd do whatever it takes to get in. "Thank you. I live with my family actually. I don't reside on campus. I'm just worried more students are going to," before I could finish my sentence, Turner was swift to shut the negative thoughts down. "Hey, don't think about that. Believe it or not, I've seen this case so many times that it almost becomes easier to figure out who this psychopath is. We'll get the bastard and their partner if they have one." The thought didn't even cross my mind. I've heard of a partner in crime but never thought that there could possibly be two killers out and about. What if I've been sharing a class with them? Or walking next to them in class? What if they were at that party last night? Once again, my head was spiraling. I needed rest and plenty of it. Thankful that tomorrow was Sunday, I knew there would be no way I could find the energy of strength to go to school after witnessing all of this.

Once all the excitement died down and the cops left the campus and students stopped being so damn nosey, Hannah and Maddie went back to sleep. They didn't deserve to see any of that or be questioned by police. My intrusive thoughts kept swimming around my mind bringing me to the point of exhaustion. I slowly began to slip into a deep state of sleep where my mind comforted me by giving me something to dream of. I was home back in Rochester, the sun was out and the rays of light gleamed on my skin. I began to lay down on my bed and listen to the music in the background that was too low to make out but the soothing melody was enough to relax my body. Feeling the warmth on my skin provided by the sun was the peak of relaxation for me. Suddenly the world got dark. I opened my eyes to see that time had passed in a matter of seconds. Turning to look at my clock on the nightstand next to my bed only to discover that it was the middle of the night. "What the fuck?" I looked towards the sky to see the moon glowed bright crimson. The moons red glow projecting a spot light into my round window gave my room an unsettling atmosphere. "Don't act too surprised now." A voice came from the corner of my bedroom. A vaguely familiar voice but not someone I know personally. I could see the strangers legs and boots. I immediately thought of the stranger I saw before we left the party that night. My heart began to beat rapidly, my throat felt as if it was closing on me, afraid if the stranger would hear my fear. A large black cloak slowly began to engulf the strangers legs, leaving only his boots to be seen walking towards me. Wake up, wake up, wake up, this is not a god damn nightmare on elm street movie! Suddenly the mask emerged from the shadows. That white mask that cursed this once sweet town. He pulled a chair and sat down in front of me twirling the tip of his blade on his gloved hand. "Wish I got the chance to see you tonight. I bet you looked so fuckable in that pretty black dress you wore. It's a shame I wasn't the one to cut it off. Before getting a word in, the blade that was once in his grip flew right past my face, penetrating the wooden frame around my window. With one leg crossed over the other, the masked stranger rested his head into one hand, as I looked at the knife behind me. Turning back to look at him, he gestured with his index finger the universal "no" sign. "Fuck you!" Quickly yanking the knife from the frame and gathering every ounce of strength to face the killer only to discover he was gone. Was this guy Chris fucking Angel? "Hey, Billie." Screaming and pointing the knife towards the voice next to me, I was quickly pinned down by Jasper. "Billie, stop! Calm down, it's me! What's wrong? Why're you holding a knife?"

Oh god, it was only Jasper. The one time I have a dream with an attractive man and it has to be during this fucked up nightmare. "Jasper, he's here! The killer's here!" Jasper looked at me with a confused expression on his face. "No, no he's not. I've been here the whole time. There's no one here but us. Don't worry baby, I'll protect you." Jaspers fingers began to push the blade away from my grip and hold my hand firmly in his. His hand gently squeezed my throat as he pinned me back down to my bed. "Wanna finish what we started?" Before I could object, the feeling of Jaspers excitement began pressing into my inner thighs. I wanted it more than anything, to be ravished and used aggressively. I never would admit these desires to my friends since I knew they'd never let me hear the end of it. Jaspers fingers began pushing the thin fabric to the side, sliding his fingers inside once again. My body reacted accordingly and soft moans escaped my lips. Feelings his fingers sliding inside and out more rapidly had me gripping the back of his hair, my leg lifting higher onto his hip for deeper access. "Would you like some more this time?" Without speaking, letting my body do the talking, Jasper slid the tip up and down slowly teasing me to the point where I had to beg for it. "Please.. do it before this ends." Feeling Jasper thrust himself inside full sent me into a state of pure imaginary bliss. My mind worked hard to imagine how it would feel to have him doing the things he's doing. My nails scratched down his back as his mouth reclaimed its place onto my neck sending chills down my spine. Hips thrusting slowly began to pick up the pace and find a faster rhythm. My legs wrapping around his waist, submitting to his wants and needs. "You feel so good." I moaned out towards the sky, my eyes sealed shut enjoying each passing second of this hellish dream turned to something much more pleasant. His hand pinning both my wrists together above my head as he used more force this time to reach deeper inside of my body. "Would you... scream for me?" Nodding my head quickly, complying with his desire. "Yes, yes, I would." I heard him begin to laugh but it was much more sinister and deeper. Suddenly I was face to face with that damn mask again. His body hovering over mine, grip still firm on my wrists. With his other hand reaching behind him, my body trembled knowing what was to come next. His blade shimmered under the crimson light, my reflection on his blade as he slowly brought it down flat against my cheek, carefully not to cut my delicate skin. "You stopped moaning for me. I thought you were having fun!" With that being said, he lifted the blade high above his head swiftly bringing it down to meet my chest. Only then did I began to scream. Shooting out of bed, sweating dripping down from my forehead, I checked my phone to see no new messages left by our mystery man or Jasper for that matter. It was four in the morning. I really needed some sleep, but how could I after going through all that? Hoping on all my socials, I began scrolling through countless of videos to help take my mind off things and help bore me to sleep. After an hour of tiring out my thumb, I managed to drift back to sleep and get some well deserved rest.

After hours had passed, Sunday morning had finally come alive. Unfortunately some bad weather had rolled in during the early hours. According to reports, it was going to be rainy all day long. Fitting, isn't it? A gruesome murder followed up by a dark, stormy day. "God, I can't believe it. I mean... poor Ryan. I can't even begin to think what Matt's feeling right now." I began feeling the pit in my stomach growing larger. Maddie's words clinging onto my mind. I as well couldn't begin to fathom what Matt was feeling right now. I began collecting my clothes and shoes tossing them in my old, beat to hell duffle bag. I needed to clear my mind and go home. There was enough excitement going on and I needed to be back in my studio to unwind. "I'm gonna head home guys. I need to get to work on my project and I just need to be alone for a while." Hannah walked over towards me with her arms open, embracing me tightly. "Call if you need anything and I mean anything. Even just to chat for a bit. We'll be here. Kind of lost the motivation to go shopping for more decorations." Smiling at the thought that these two care deeply for me, I waved goodbye at Maddie and took my leave. Entering my vehicle and turning up the radio, a sharp sting of sadness washed over me like the ocean waves being pulled by the moons force. Tears rolled down my face as I took a minute to process everything that's happened. My phone suddenly alerted me to a new text from an unknown number. My heart sank. Please, please let this be who I think it is and not that masked killer. Luckily, iPhone is kind enough to say "Maybe insert name here," if the person stated who they were in text. It was Jasper. A sense of relief brought down my heart rate, I at least felt like I could somewhat talk to him about the events. "Hey, It's Jasper from last night. I just saw the news. Please tell me you got home safe?" His words showed concern and kindness, I felt comforted by the fact that he at least wanted to check in and touch bases. "Yes, I'm alive and well. I left before shit hit the fan. Lucky me, right?" The chat bubbles popping up on the bottom left side of screen had me biting my nails in anticipation. "Yeah, no kidding.. They released the names of the victims. Ryan was one of them. I don't know where to begin to even try and process all of this shit." I pushed my hair behind my ear, more involved with the conversation now. "Yeah, you and me both. Maybe we can link up sometime next week if you're free?" Steering the conversation to a less darker topic, I figured getting to know Jasper a bit more wouldn't be such a terrible idea.

"Sounds good. I can meet you tomorrow if you have time?" Boy do I. While having a guy I barely know come into my parents home isn't all that great of an idea, the fact of having a tall, strong, handsome man around me sounded like heaven. "Yes, you can come by tomorrow around one." Setting up our meet up, I tossed my phone aside and began driving home. Flashes of my dream mixed nightmare started escaping my mind and suddenly causing me to lose focus on the road. Once again, I was thankful to only be five minutes away. Once I arrived home, I immediately took a shower and changed into something more studio attire since I'll be deal with paint. Just incase we're all wondering, my "studio" is just a better word for backyard shed. My father didn't like the idea of me getting paint on hardwood floors so he decided to build me a small shed that was just big enough for me to work comfortably. Looking at my canvas staring at the image before me, I wasn't feeling a connection through it anymore. My art piece was starting to feel generic and done one too many times. I mean, c'mon. Show of hands to all artists out there. Whose done an image of a nude woman sitting down in some type of majestic pose? While the art may have been done beautifully, I just wasn't feelin happy. An idea hit me. Hit me a bit too hard where I felt my head start spinning. Grabbing my brushes and any other tools I felt necessary, I began sketching out my outline. I wanted to capture the imagine in my head or to better put it, from my nightmare. I decided to draw the masked stranger in the corner of my room. The red moon in perfect view of the window next to him. His mask just barely visible as his knife shined in the light, blood covering the edge of his blade, slowly dripping down to the floor creating a small pool. My art work always had a more edgy side to it. Sure, I can draw something sweet and pretty but what's the fun there? I like my pieces to shock viewers and make them question if I'm sane or not. This would be a more personal piece but an art project nonetheless. My final project has to be big. Something that would get viewers to stop looking at other works and stare at mine with many questions. Just not exactly sure what.

Shutting off the light to my shed and making my way towards my house I started hearing rustling in the bushes next to me. Now, if horror movies have taught me anything, this was a certified GTFO moment. "Hello? Any stabbers hiding in there?" I grabbed my brothers small wooden baseball bat that rested on the steps of our porch and slowly crept towards the sound of shuffling. Whoever this is was about to be majorly embarrassed from getting their ass beat by a small five foot four girl. "Come on out asshole! Show your face." Suddenly the shuffling stopped. A small cry began softly but grew louder as it approached. A small white fluffy cat jumped out from the greenery and proceeded to rub its body against my leg. Crying for food I could only assume. I picked up the young cat examining it for any tags to which my surprise there was none to be found. A possible stray which wouldn't be too far fetched considering our neighborhood was filled with feral cats. This one didn't seem to mind being held and petted, in fact it looked like it wanted just exactly that. "You're gorgeous. You're literally gorgeous. You're coming with me." Adopting this cat was absolutely going to annoy my mother but she knew how badly I always wanted a cat. I pulled a small bowl from our cabinets and poured some milk into it considering I had no actual cat food to provide. Taking a quick picture and sending to my little brother to which he responded with a bunch of heart emojis only let me know he was a hundred percent on board with keeping a new feline friend. "I need name suggestions. Any ideas?" I texted him waiting for his immediate responses. "Yes, I have a few ideas already. We could name him snowball? Wait, is it a boy or girl?" That's a fair question. I began scratching the back of the cat where it began lifting its back upwards, enjoying the scratching sensation. "It's a boy." I replied. "Okay, Snowball is still possible then. Or maybe Cotton? Oh, how about Ghosty!? His blue eyes and white fur make him look like a ghost cat!" Glancing over at the now full bellied cat who was grooming himself after his meal, I watched carefully before asking about its new name. "How does Ghosty sound for your officially new name?" The cat looked up taking a quick break from pulling its hairs off with his tongue. A small cry coming from his furry face confirming he indeed liked the name. I obviously speak cat and have a deeper understanding with them. In many ways I find myself relating to our feline companions. They love being touched, but only on their terms. If you touch without our consent then you get wacked. Hiding from new people when company comes over, random outbursts of energy and always looking like there's an evil plot behind our eyes.

Thunder started rolling in once again and I knew I made the right choice bringing in the stray. "Ghosty will be a good name. Good thinking." With school almost ending, I knew I needed to starting getting ready to leave and pick up Eli. Not to mention I wanted to beat the storm before it got worst. Locking up Ghosty in my room before taking off our house phone started ringing. The one thing I dislike most about having a house phone is all the damn spam calls we get. I usually like the answer and fuck with the person on the other end if it's not an automated voice recording. Picking up the phone trying to come up with an idea to run with, I decided to act like a complete bimbo. "Helloooo?" I said with a complete annoying tone. "Oh, hello? I hope I have the right number. Would this be Mary from the bookstore I met yesterday?" A man spoke with a nervous voice. "Nooo, like you totally have the wrong number silly!" The man chuckled before he spoke. "I totally must have. I'm sorry to bother you ma'am. I guess my friend Mary, if that's even her real name since this isn't her real number, must've gave me your number instead." I laughed in the fakest way possible. "Yeah, that suckssss. Well, sorry! Have a nice day!" Before I hung up the man stopped me with questions. While I was pressing for time, he insisted he ask a few questions. "I'm sorry, I'd hate to keep you on the line any longer but I must ask. You like to watch movies?" What kind of fucking question was that? Who doesn't? "Uhmm, yeah, totally." The man chuckled softly before asking another question. "You like.. horror movies?" I wasn't normally big on mainstream horror but I do love the classics. "Sure, yeah. There are some decent ones." Another question came from the man. "What's your favorite scary movie?" At this point I knew something was off. I knew whoever I was talking to wasn't just some man given the wrong number. "Okay, jokes over... Who is this?" The stranger tone became more amused. "What happened to your voice? You sounded so cute acting like some idiot from Hollywood. The fun's not over yet, Billie. You're the star after all. Get ready for act two!" The line goes dead. The phone suddenly weighed twenty pounds as my arm dropped to my side. It was him again. He knows my number which means he probably knows where I live and go to school. Oh god, Eli!

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