I'll Be Your Darkness

Summary: Rachel Blake has felt like an outcast her whole life. All that she wants is attention and love; however, when she crosses paths with George Foyet, a.k.a. The Reaper, she might be looking in the wrong place.

Chapter 1

So, if you are wondering how a college girl gets herself mixed up in the world of a serial killer, and not just any serial killer, but the Boston Reaper himself, well, I had not had a happy life. I lost my parents when I was ten, and then I was admitted to a foster home until age fourteen, when I was put in a group home. When I was eighteen, I got an art scholarship; I thought I would finally be happy. Wrong again.

I could swear I am the most unlucky person in the world. I had been out looking for paint for my art. I'm an artist, and I like to paint abstracts. Since I was a kid, actually, I've wanted to paint as a career. Besides painting, I also love sketching. Drawing helps me get through my loneliness. I don't have any friends, so my life pretty much revolves around my art. I make money by selling some of it. I admit it's not much, but it does get me some money. I've started to think maybe I should get a job, so I decided on the way home that instead of going straight back to my dorm, I would check and see if any place was hiring. Maybe I should have gone right home that night, because I wouldn't have run into my nemesis, Ashley, and her boyfriend, Wade.

"Hey, Look who it is, Wade! It's Rachel Blake!" Ashley said.

She never liked me for some reason, and I don't know why. I'd never done anything to her.

"I saw you talking to Eric Chase today," Ashley said to me.

Eric Chase was a guy at our school. Every girl at school liked him, even Ashley. I didn't understand, since she already had a boyfriend. Maybe she was getting tired of Wade.

"Hey, I like that jacket. That's the only thing I actually do like about you. Why don't you give it to me?" Ashley said.

It was like 40 degrees out, and she was wearing a short skirt, a red sleeveless top, and high heels. I was not going to give her my jacket. I tugged it around me.

"No," I told her, "Why don't you go and buy one?"

"Honey," she turned to Wade, "Do me a favor and get me that jacket, will you?"

Wade walked over to me and pinned me down on the ground. Ashley ran over and grabbed the sleeve of my jacket. I struggled, but they yanked it off of me, leaving me lying on the ground in my black t-shirt and jeans. They weren't done yet, though.

"Babe, hold her up for me," Ashley said to Wade.

Wade lifted me up and held me. I became a punching bag for Ashley. By the last punch, I blacked out. When I awoke, I was alone on the dark street. I was not only freezing, but injured as well. Nothing seemed broken, but I did hurt.

It was the final straw. I decided I would end things tonight. I wanted life to be over. I couldn't just lay there. I had to get up. So, with sore muscles, I stood up slowly. They didn't take my bag, Thank God. I started walking. The street lights were on, but it was starting to creep me out a little, and I don't scare easily. One good thing from my really bad childhood is that I learned not to be afraid of most things.

I began to hear footsteps behind me, but when I turned around I didn't see anyone. I kept walking. I heard the footsteps again, so I started to run, but because of my injuries I was not moving quickly, and I fell over. The figure that was following me came into view. He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans. I looked up at his face, but he was wearing a silver mask. I closed my eyes, thinking, if I want to die, this is my chance.

"Wait," I said, looking up at him, "Before you kill me, can I make one request?"

"I don't usually grant those," he said, in a dark voice, "but what is it?"

"Can you take off your mask? I want to look at you before you kill me."

"What? You're not going to beg for your life?" He asked.

"Why bother? No one will miss me. I don't have any family or friends," I told him.

"Alright, you won't live that long anyway," He reached up his hand and took off his mask.

Once he took it off, I instantly recognized him. His face had been all over the news a few days ago. I was looking at the face of the Boston Reaper.

"Oh! I didn't think it would be you. I was expecting a much younger guy," I said.

"Sorry to disappoint you," he said, "Let's get this over with now."

"Well, like I said, I won't fight you," I told him.

I closed my eyes and felt him move behind me. I didn't even cry. I would be seeing my parents again, soon.

"You know, what if I changed my mind? This isn't thrilling me, knowing you want to die. I'm gonna let you live," he said.

"What?" I was surprised.

"Instead, I've decided to take you with me. Now, come on," he said, grabbing my arm.