Ok so this idea spanned from a real life scenario last night when the doorbell to my house fell during the night and it gave me creepy feelings. This might be a little gritty for Brittana, but I'm giving it a shot. Read & Review :)
Warnings: Violence, reference to sexual assault in later chapter
Winter
Chapter 1
The moonlight hits the kitchen window as the snow pelts down, unrelenting. I hate these winter night in Binghamton, but snuggling with my wife makes up for it.
It will be our 4th wedding anniversary next week. Not a day goes by that I thank the universe for the most wonderful woman.
She completes me.
Thunder rolls in, and my cat gets restless now, scurrying under the couch. He is a very sensitive cat, even a fly buzzing by can set him on edge.
I hear the familiar sound of Santana's car rolling into our driveway. She works at American international Group as an Assistant Financial Advisor, and as such, has late nights at the office.
I set out dinner on the table as I hear her keys being thrown on the front table.
'What a day! This weather is just horrendous.' She says walking into the kitchen, observing me setting out the cutlery, and smiling.
'Yeah babe. Another rough day at work?' I say sweetly, rubbing her shoulders tenderly.
I feel her leaning into my touch.
She sighs. 'Coming home to you makes it all better.' She turns in my arms, and kisses me lightly.
I smile. 'I made Spaghetti and Bolognese, since it's snowing outside.' I only make this dinner when there's a snow storm starting, proclaiming that it lightens the mood.
She gives me an adorning smile, putting down her briefcase, and sitting down across from me.
The dinner was pleasant, so I decided to tell her something that I've been meaning to tell her for days now.
'Hey San?' I muse, watching as she looks up from her plate, her eyes sparkling in the light.
'You know how you asked me if you wanted to start a family and I said I wasn't ready.'
I pause, her staring at me.
'I'm ready.' I breathe out.
Her hand reaches across the table to mine and encompasses it. She matches my smile now. 'I'm so happy Brittany, I think I might cry.' She says, happiness plastered all over her face.
We decide to ring the Cryobank in New York City tomorrow to set up an appointment and fly out later this month.
When I start washing the dishes, I felt her hands wrap around my waist in a warm embrace.
She kisses my neck seductively, knowing exactly where to suck to make my knees go weak.
I clutch onto the countertop, feeling as Santana whispers in my ear. 'Would you like your anniversary present early?' She says huskily, making my breathe hitch.
I nod as she pulls me away, intent on showing how much she loves me.
I lay, mesmerized, staring into raven hair. Santana is always knocked out after sex, with me wide awake, grinning wildly.
Then just as I was drifting off, I hear a sharp noise.
A distant noise that sounded very much like the doorbell. I shift, seeing the alarm clock ticking over midnight.
Outside, the snow is still falling with little spurts of thunder.
I decide to investigate, leaving the warmth of Santana next to me, grabbing the torch on my way out.
I tap it about 10 times for good measure to keep it lit.
I tip toe out of our bedroom, walking across the hallway to the living room.
Directing the torch around the room, I scan for anything strange.
Nothing, but then I notice a flash outside.
I pace to the door and fling it open. Nothing. The snow is soaking through my hair as I look down to see a box of some sorts.
The doorbell, with the wires poking out of it. I frown, gazing up slowly to the place where the doorbell used to be.
Cut wires were all over the place.
'What the-.' Then blackness.
'Brittany?' Santana calls out to the empty room. Feeling the cold space next to her, her heart starts to race. It is now 2am, the snow easing up.
She briskly walks around the house trying to locate her wife. She gets more panicky when she realises she's nowhere in the house.
Flipping the curtains, she notes that Brittany's Jeep is still in the driveway, and her phone is between the sofa cushions. Strange, if her car is here, where is she?
Maybe she went for a walk, but something deep down in her told her that maybe it's something worse than that.
She sat and sat in the red sofa chair for hours, hoping Brittany would come back.
At 6am, she called the police. 'Ma'am we can't report a person missing if they haven't been gone for less than 24 hours.'
She let them have it, rattling off a string of curses in a mix of English and Spanish, until she was blue in the face.
She couldn't go to work today, not when her wife was missing, Santana getting more worried as the hours wore on.
A familiar tune rang through the house, as she located her phone.
Picking it up, she wished she never had.
On the line was some person breathing, then a male voice. 'I have something of yours, and damn is she pretty.' Then the line went dead.
Santana felt sick to the stomach. Some guy had her Britt-Britt. It was all too much, and she doubled over, feeling as though someone was twisting a knife though her chest.
Who was that guy on the phone? What does he want with Brittany? Just the thought of that was making her feel faint, but loud knocking made her heart thump.
The door opened to two policemen. It was only then that she realised that the doorbell was missing.
Odd.
'Hello Mrs Lopez-Pierce. You called about a missing person, your wife?'
Her eyes flick from one to the other, fear wretched in them.
'Y-Yes I did.' She barely stammers out.
'Is she still missing Ma'am?'
Santana nods sadly, letting them in. She looks down at the discarded doorbell, confused as hell.
One of the policemen takes off his hat and sits down. 'You have a lovely home Ma'am.'
'Thanks. Brittany did most of the decorating.' She says sadly, looking at a framed picture of them at Disney World.
'We'll find her miss. Can you tell us when you noticed her missing?'
Santana gulps down the fear. She explains how she always passes out after sex, so she's pretty much oblivious to the world.
They noted the details of her car and phone still here, and even the doorbells current state.
Then with dread, she told them of the guy calling.
'This guy, did he sound familiar?' They quiz.
She shakes her head. 'No, and it was an unknown number.'
'Do you have any enemies, any disgruntled colleagues?'
'No, everyone at my work I get on well with. In fact they are recommending me for a promotion to the boss. Practically everyone loves Brittany at the animal shelter.' Santana smiles, thinking of Brittany's caring nature.
'We were just about to start a family.' She chokes out, no longer able to hold in the sobs.
The policemen give her sad looks, feeling for the distraught woman in their midst.
'Don't worry miss, we'll do everything we can to find her.'
With that, they stood up, give her hopeful smiles, then promptly walk out.
That night, Santana got no sleep at all, tossing and turning from the ever growing worry burning in her chest.
tbc