Authors Note: I really wanted a Halloween story but since none was up for the challenge (or busy), I decided to go ahead and give it a try! This will be a three chapter story, the last chapter will be posted on Halloween (so god help me). Also, I want to thank my dear insane hilarious friend for betaing this chapter.
I do not own the rights to show and the characters involved in the story because I am broke. So don't sue me!
With that being said, I hope you all enjoy the story and do not be afraid to leave your reviews (I do love reading them!).
Paranormal.
One would have never thought for Amanda Rollins to be one intrigued by ghosts, spirits, and demons. It was a hidden secret that she kept for no real reason, but who would take a couple seriously when they talked about their love of the paranormal, right?
The only person who knew about this dark hidden secret was her girlfriend, and even she rolled her eyes whenever Amanda spoke about a new documentary on the paranormal.
"You know there is no such thing as ghosts, right?" She would always say with a chuckle, and Amanda would just roll her eyes right back, nodding in agreement.
The blonde was set out to prove Olivia wrong, that there was such a thing as ghosts, and that the paranormal was real; something you don't laugh at.
So, when she found a rural home out in central New York that claimed to be haunted, Amanda was quick to email the owner to put the house on hold for her for a few days.
And then, after a few days of nagging text messages at work, and more nagging at home, Amanda had finally convinced the older woman to take a three-day weekend off with her.
The day had finally arrived, and it was way too early in the morning for Amanda's liking, but it was her idea after all, and truth be told? She was excited.
"First aid kit?"
"In my truck."
"Gun?"
Amanda turned to Olivia who stood at the foot of their bed, her eyebrow raised in confusion."Gun?"
"Yes, gun. You never know!"
She rolled her eyes, "Liv, it's only a weekend getaway. There won't be any perps for us to chase OR to gun down. It will be just you and me."
Olivia walked towards their closet, "I'm bringing my gun with me" She shot over her shoulder as she keyed in the passcode to their safe.
She walked out of the closet with her gun in hand, when her brown eyes met blue. She felt her girlfriend's small hands reach to her right, Amanda taking the weapon from her slowly while the blonde's free hand brushed her own brown locks behind her ear. "I promise you that we won't need this. Do you trust me?"
Olivia paused for a moment before allowing herself to lean into the blonde's touch, "Yes, I do. I just want to be safe. That's all."
"I'll protect you." Amanda murmured as she leaned forward, lips capturing Olivia's in a kiss. "We should get going; it's going to be a bit of a drive."
"Okay, let's go."
The red truck pulled into the driveway that was covered with red, yellow and brown leaves.
The home was old looking, but well kept.
The drive took longer than expected; the sun had started to fall when they arrived.
They decided to make a quick stop at the local Piggly Wiggly for groceries since the nearest restaurant was twenty minutes away from where they were staying.
Amanda stepped out of her truck and walked toward the home they'd be spending the next two nights and three and half days. Olivia watched her from the truck, her brown eyes bright; soft, painfully in love at the sight of the blonde standing on the tips of her toes to reach the top of the door frame, searching for the house keys. The brunette always was taken aback by Amanda's beauty, especially now as she stood in front of the house. She blended in with the fall leaves in her light skinny jeans and a red hoodie, her hair down and in a side braid with a few strands that framed her face. Olivia stepped out of the truck as Amanda walked closer, closing the door behind herself. "Looks nice."
"Better than I had expected, but uh-why don't we take our stuff inside before it starts getting too dark?" Amanda suggested, her hands deep in her back pockets as her eyes scanned the scenery around them, noting that nightfall would be arriving soon.
Olivia nodded in agreement, watching Amanda walk over to the truck and quickly following suit. Each of them took their duffle bag and one too many grocery bags in each hand, so they would only have to do one trip.
With a light kick, Amanda opened the front door and stepped to the side, holding the screen door open so Olivia could walk through. She chuckled softly as Olivia rushed straight to the kitchen, her bags daring to fall from her hands and/or rip through.
Amanda too quickly made her way to the kitchen, her bags threatening to slip from her fingers, barely holding on to dear life on the very edge of her finger tips.
"Fuck." She hissed as she practically dropped the grocery bags on the kitchen counter, and her duffle bag soon met the hardwood floor as it slid from her arm. She turned as she leant against the counter, her eyes taking in the rather large kitchen.
The kitchen had it's own personality, it felt old but with a modern twist to it.
Wooden cabinets matched the earth-y tone. Rustic colors and marble counters. It had updated silver appliances and a large kitchen air vent above the stove. It was decorated with your typical farmhouse decor that gave it it's lively personality. "This is nice".
"It is, nicer than any kitchen I've ever seen." Olivia agreed as she finished putting away the last few items in the fridge. "Should we check out the rest of the house?"
Amanda now turned to face the older woman that stood across the counter, her brown eyes twinkling with excitement. "Why don't you go ahead and start without me? The owner said there's chopped up wood inside the shed, and I really need a cigarette after that long drive."
Olivia sighed slightly, head tilting.
"I really wished you'd quit that." Olivia said softly as she walked around the counter, making her way closer to the blonde. "It's bad for you."
Amanda chuckled under her breathe as she leant into Olivia's embrace, her long, strong, tan arms snaking around the blonde's petite frame. "We all have our vices, smoking is mine." Amanda murmured against Olivia's shoulder.
"I thought I was your vice." She whispered against the younger woman's hair line, inhaling the vanilla scent of her conditioner before placing a soft kiss on the blonde's forehead.
"You are." Amanda agreed softly, teasing grin making it's way onto her face though Olivia couldn't see it.
"But I can't just fuck you in the middle of work whenever I'm stressed or unsettled...or need to clear my head." Amanda lifted her head, bright blue eyes meeting brown. "As much as I would love to fuck you on your work desk while everyone's in the squad room." She murmured against Olivia's lips, her hands gently stroking up and down the brunette's grey hoodie-clad arms.
"Oh yeah?" Olivia replied in a low husk, not allowing the blonde to answer back as her lips captured the blonde's soft, inviting pink lips.
Amanda pulled back from the kiss reluctantly before it turned heated which would surely make it much, much more difficult to pull away. "It's getting dark quick, and if we want that fire going, then I need to get out and grab some wood."
Olivia huffed slightly, lips quirking up into a grin anyways. "Fine, go ahead then."
Olivia walked into the master bedroom, taking in the rustic, woodsy feel. The wood panel wall that matched the wooden floor, and the California queen-sized bed placed against the wall, sticking out to the middle of the room, the end leading to the top of an abstract, dark colored fuzzy carpet.
Each side of the bed had it's own end table with it's individual mint green colored thin buffet lamp.
On the other side of the room against the wall was tall, highland oak armoire, the doors open to displace the flat screen television inside. There were a few art frames that hung on the walls but nothing worthy of really checking out, as it was the traditional farm house painting.
Olivia dropped their duffle bags onto the bed as she walked towards the large window.
Carefully, she watched Amanda sitting on a tree stump taking a drag of her cigarette, unaware that she was being watched. The sun was quickly disappearing as the moon began to rise, and as the sun began to fall behind the younger woman, it's last bit of rays hit blonde locks, reflecting off of it and shimmering. Golden, like the halo of an Angel.
Her breath hitched suddenly, and a shiver rolled down her spine when she felt a freezing cold chill behind herself. Olivia felt goosebumps rise on her arms as that freezing chill seemed to come closer, feeling it brush the back of her neck. Her hearing was muffled like a static television for a brief moment before footsteps creaked across the wooden floors behind Olivia, and stopped right behind her.
She closed her eyes and began to count to ten, telling herself this was all in her head. The old house and being out in the middle of nowhere hiked up her senses, or disoriented them. She just wasn't used to this, that was all.
Olivia nearly jumped out of her skin when she was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder.
"'Liv?"
Brown eyes met worried blue. She must of had sheer terror written across her face because the blonde quickly took Olivia's hands between her own, bringing the brunette closer to her and snaking her arms around Olivia's waist. "Are you alright? You-You're freezing", Amanda fussed over her, confusion and worry coloring her voice.
Olivia swallowed the over the lump of fear in her throat, her eyes scanning the room behind Amanda, "Yeah...Y-Yeah, I'm...I'm fine. I didn't hear you come in and...sorry."
"You didn't hear me? I was yelling your name from the doorway."
Olivia shook her head in disbelief, pulling away from the younger woman's embrace. "I must have been lost in my thoughts...you know, work, Noah..." She forced a chuckle as she walked past Amanda and headed towards the door. "I'm going to start on dinner."
"O-k" Amanda responds feeling slightly empty since Olivia had practically ran from the bedroom.
"Whatever" She whispered to herself, shrugging as she began to dig into her duffel bag to gather her toiletries for a shower.
Olivia finished setting up the small corner table next to the window, when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She turned quickly, still a bit skittish, only to sigh in relief when she found it to just be Amanda, fresh out of the shower.
The blonde headed straight to the counter that their filled plates were laid out on.
Olivia took in Amanda's appearance, the younger woman wearing too big gray sweatpants that she had rolled up a couple times to keep them up, and a white tight tank top that showed off her small frame, along with her gray zip up hoodie that Amanda had stolen from her when they had first started dating. Her damp hair was down, falling past her shoulders as her natural curls began to form.
"This looks delicious, babe."
Amanda took both of their plates and set them on the table as Olivia went back to the fridge to grab their bottle of red wine; to complete the meal. "Grocery bought rotisserie chicken, garlic and herb red potatoes and a healthy kale salad with dried cranberries, sliced almonds and fresh goat cheese; and delicious red wine top it all off", Olivia recited proudly as she took her seat, pouring the red liquid into their wine glasses.
"Mm..and will there be dessert?" Amanda asked, her lips placed on the rim of her wine glass.
"Only if you behave." Olivia winked, a small smirk gracing her lips.
Olivia's eyes slowly opened as they adjusted to the darkness surrounding her, her arm stretching out to her nightstand, searching blindly for her phone.
Finally, her hand landed on her phone and she brought it to herself, only to give a soft groan of discontent as she was blinded by the brightness. She squinted, trying to read the numbers on the screen and groaning once more when her vision cleared only to reveal that it was 3:30 in the morning.
After placing her phone back on the nightstand, she realized there was a heavy weight on top of her.
The nude body of her girlfriend, soft skin comparable to cream, was laid across her own nude body, the blonde's head resting on her chest and the younger woman's hand resting on Olivia's stomach.
Olivia smiled at the awkward position that Amanda laid in, remembering the heated love making session they'd had shortly after dinner, in the living room by the fireplace, before moving it to the bedroom for a second -and third- round.
Olivia's fingertips gently caressed her lover's back, tracing her delicate spine. She chuckled softly when Amanda, unconsciously, of course, surprisingly sharply shifted her arm around herself, to her back in an attempt at removing whatever was causing the ticking sensation.
With the sudden urge to use the bathroom, Olivia slowly, and as gently as possible, removed the blonde's dead-weight body from herself and slipped out of the bed. She threw on her extra long NYPD navy-blue shirt and padded across the room into the master bathroom.
After going about her business, she stood in front of the sink washing her hands and laughed to herself as she checked herself out in the mirror of the medicine cabinet, finding that her hair was a mess from the earlier love-making with Amanda.
Olivia's head lowered and focused on the last bit of soap she was washing off of her hands. Shutting off the water, the brunette's eyes shifted up to the mirror. She froze, eyes widening slightly.
She was sure her sight had blurred for that second and she blinked hard a few times to make sure her vision was completely cleared. What she saw was nothing, her mind was hazy and tired, she did not, did not see a shadowy figure standing right behind her.
She shook her head, rolling her shoulders to rid herself of the cold chill that had ran down her spine.
"You're just tired, that's all." She whispered to herself. There's always an explanation for everything.
Shutting off the bathroom light, she walked back and gladly slid back into the warmth of the bed, after removing her shirt and tossing it off somewhere on her side of the bedroom.
Olivia's chest pressed against Amanda's warm back and her arms hugged the blonde's toned abdomen, pulling the younger aunt woman closer into her embrace. Olivia inhaled her favorite vanilla scent, allowing it to calm her as she closed her heavy eyes and pointedly ignored the loud footsteps from the attic, drifting back off to sleep.