Cannibal
Summary: I can't believe I'm doing this, a fanfic where Olivia is in danger, but here goes: Olivia and Alex are kidnaped by someone they never would have thought. Now its up the rest of the squad to track them down.
Pairing: E/O, but you all knew that was coming.
Disclaimer: At this point I'm glad I don't own SVU, 'cause I don't think Stephanie March or Mariska Hargitay would like me very much. Or Judd Hirsh for that matter.
Warning: this story is very disturbing and disgusting. Keep that in mind.
Olivia's POV
Chapter One: Kidnaped
Come on, come on, these are going to fit. Oh god I got to hit the gym! My favorite jeans aren't fitting me! Now you know there's a problem when my favorite cutest jeans aren't fitting over my ass. I gotta limit my eclair intake.
Tonight me and my good friend Alex "I'm a cute blond" Cabot are going out for a fun, non work related evening of fun. And my damn jeans aren't fitting me! I think I'm going to cry!
I lay down on the bed to try tp squeeze my stomach long enough to zip my pants, success! There on! Make up's done, shirt's on, hair fixed, I'm all set. I sat down in my living room awaiting for Alex to show up.
Several years ago Alex went into witness protection for taking on a Columbian Cartel, but about a year ago she decided to come out and become bureau chief. Which was good news for me. She was always more fun than any of my other friends, Casey included, though I would never tell her.
The doorbell rings, I know its Alex. Who else would it be? I get up and open the door, and my jaw drops to the floor. There stood Alex, looking hotter than hot. Now I'm jealous. She wore a pair of denim capris with high heels and a cute pink halter, her hair is down and flowing all freely and what not, and of course she's wearing her contacts. God I hated her. "Ready?" she said with a bright smile. Yeah yeah, I'm coming.
"Yeah," I grabbed my purse and followed her out of the apartment. "And might I add how insanely jealous I am of you." I say it innocently even though I'm fuming. We take the elevator down to the lobby. This evening should be good despite Blondie.
And I was right! Tonight was the most fun I've had in ages, course when you handle sexually based offenses and child abuse cases, fun starts to become a myth. But the best part, more guys hit on me than on Alex, ha! Beat that bitch. We decide to go back to my apartment for some drinks. Alcoholic not coffee. At this point, we are intoxicated. Inebriated. Drunkity drunk drunk.
We were laughing uncontrollably as we stumbled into my apartment. I throw my cute hat onto my couch, but the thud is followed by something I never would have expected...
A growl.
That sobered both of us quickly. I don't have my gun on me, but I grab something close by. A magazine. Great, what am I going to do? Read tips on how to make your lips perkier? I throw it on the couch like my hat. And there's the growl again. It sounds like a woman. My hand gropes for the light switch. I finally find it and flick it. Several times. Fuck! Its not turning on.
"I took out the light bulbs," the woman on my couch says. Hey, I know that voice. It's a little mangled, not like I remember, but I know who that is. And that's what scares me.
Alex speaks up before I'm given my chance. "Andrea Brown?" A flashlight comes on, right under Andrea's face. I can't help but scream. The Andrea Brown I knew was young, beautiful and very well put together. But what is in my apartment is anything but. Her hair is matted as if she hasn't brushed in weeks, or bathed. She has two large scars on either side of her mouth. And a large gruesome one on her throat, which would explain the change in her voice. There are dark circles under her eyes and something is leaking out of her mouth. It looks strangely red, like blood. I'm really hoping that it's the light.
"Miss me?" she says simply. Oh fuck. We try to leave the apartment, Andrea turns the flashlight off and I can hear her running towards us. She grabs my shoulders and throws me across the room. I hear her growl again and Alex screams.
"Alex!" I yell. I get up and try to find them in the dark but Andrea finds me first. She grabs me and kisses me hard on the mouth I taste the blood. I push her off and run towards my bedroom. My gun's in there. But I think Andrea got to it first.
I think that because of the sudden shot and pain in my leg. I scream and fall to the ground. Someone flips me over, even in the dark, I see the outline of the gun. It's aimed at my head. "Olivia!" I hear Alex moan. I start to cry.
"Please, why are you doing this?" I ask. I can hear the smile in Andrea's voice.
"Don't worry Detective, I'm not going to kill you." I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "You won't taste as good." What? Too late, I feel a cloth over my mouth and I suddenly feel dizzy. I'm going to say chloroform. I'm out.