A/N: Hello readers. I was listening to some music this morning and after hearing this song, I thought of doing a quick one shot of a darker Spoby. Let me know what you think, if you guys liked it, I could do a few other chapters, or I can leave it as a one-shot, leaving it up to you guys! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars or the lyrics to the song, they belong to the band Garbage. Song is called #1 Crush.
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine
I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time I am talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored
Watching from the shadows, he saw her smile and laugh at something the man said into her ear. He watched as her hand rested on his chest as she kissed him without a care in the world. A low rumble of thunder sounded overhead and seemed to break apart the pair and they quickly said goodbye, her going inside the apartment building, him to his shiny BMW.
He waited until the black car disappeared around the corner before slowly walking across the blacktop to the other side of the street. Another rumble made its presence known, followed closely by the start of the rain. His eyes traveled up the rows of windows, stopping three floors up and he waited for the light to shine through the blinds.
When the light flicked on, he shoved his hands deep into his jacket pockets and turned away from the building, walking down the dark street as the rain started to turn for the worse. He felt a buzzing in his pocket, a new text message from the only number that his contact list held.
He walked a few more blocks to his old truck and entered without turning on the engine. Instead, he pulled out his phone and let his eyes scan over the message for a few seconds before sliding it back into his jeans. He reached over to his glove box and pulled out a silenced pistol and a pair of black gloves, resting both items on the bench next to him.
No music played as he drove towards the highway, the only music he needed was the sound of the rain hitting his windshield and the wiper blades clearing his vision. His fingers tapping a beat all of their own while his foot pressed harder on the pedal, pushing the old truck to gain speed towards his destination.
He had driven this road many times and tonight would be the last time.
He stopped the old truck near a darkened section of the street that held no streetlights and killed the engine. Reaching to his side, he grabbed the gloves, slipping them on before grabbing the pistol. After quickly checking the magazine, he cocked the gun and flicked off the safety with ease.
He exited the truck and lifted up the back of his jacket to tuck the pistol behind him. Once secured he let his eyes scan the street for anything out of place and with a slight nod, he started his long walk in the rain.
Every step was bringing him closer to her; if he wanted her for himself then this was a small price to pay to claim her forever.
He made it to the house while sticking to the dark shadows that hid him from any attention he hadn't taken into account. Breaking into the house was easy; he waited for the loud thunder to sound to break the window.
Waiting for the next boom, he slipped into the house and quietly made his way to the stairs. He knew the house from pictures she took and sent to him, he even knew what side of the bed he would be sleeping on.
Walking down the long hallway, he reached to his back and pulled out the pistol, and dropped his hand back to his side. He stopped in the middle of the hallway and stood in front of the closed door, listening to the moans and cries coming from within.
Reaching his left hand out, his fingers gripped the doorknob, throwing it open while raising his right hand that held the silenced pistol.
The next 10 seconds happened in a blur, and his vision calmed just as the room turned quiet. He took a moment to let out the breath he was holding while the sudden weight of the pistol caused him to lower his hand down to his side.
Walking closer to the bodies, he carefully checked to make sure they were indeed gone and then moved back to the middle of the room. Finding the man's pants, he removed the wallet and pulled out the two credit cards and small amount of cash, placing those into his own pocket. Letting the wallet fall to the floor, he made his way to the dresser and started to build his stage.
After ransacking the house to seem like a burglary, he slipped back out into the heavy rain with a small bag full of random items. Taking the same path in the shadows, he was back at his truck in a matter of minutes.
Tossing the bag next to him, he removed the pistol from behind him, took out the clip and reinstated the safety before placing the gun back in his glove box. He took the credit cards and cash out of his front pocket and threw those into the bag as well.
Another clash of thunder sounded overhead as the old truck roared to life and seconds later, leaving the area towards the highway. He felt the corner of his lip turn up as he thought about how pleased she would be after finding out the news of their deaths.
He drove for an additional hour, slowing down the old truck when he came upon an empty bridge that stood above a deep fast flowing river. Leaving the engine running, he grabbed the bag that sat next to him and exited the truck. Moving to the bed, he pulled out the brick and rope that was waiting for him and walked towards the railing.
He laughed softly as he wondered what his troop leader from his boy scout days would say if he could see him now, using the knot tying technique to fasten the brick to the bag with the rope. Glancing once more over his shoulder and making sure everything was still quiet, he tossed the bag over the rail and watched it fall quickly into the water with a splash.
He waited to see if his knot held, and when the bag didn't resurface, he walked back to his truck, his eyes still searching all around him and drove away.
After taking off the gloves, he reached into his pocket while keeping one hand on the wheel and hit the speed dial button for the only contact on the phone.
One ring.
Two rings.
The sound of the call being picked up clicked in his ear, her breathing was steady on the other end, but she remained silent.
"It's done." He voiced heavy into the phone and a second later, the line went dead. A satisfied grin appeared on his face as he slipped the phone back into his pocket.
She was his now and all it took was murder.
I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart
I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me
Violate all The love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me
And I can never be ignored
I would die for you
I would kill for you
I will steal for you
I'd do time for you
I would wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be a part of you
'Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you.