Hey! Inspiration is due to JENNMC75, and her AMAZING story: My Sacrifice. GO READ IT!!

Thank you, Jennmc75, for the Inspiration!

This story will be different, but her story sparked an idea!

I hope you like it!!

I had been out of a job for about a month, due to well, the lack of employees… in fact; I was the only one left. You'll understand soon enough.

It started out when this weird guy came in really often, and asked for me to waitress for him- all the time! And the strange thing was, he only came in during my shifts.

At first, I considered him attractive, I mean, who wouldn't? He had these strange, hypnotizing eyes, a strange hue of gray, combined with like a yellow-orange color; it kind of made him look like a cat. He had shaggy blonde hair, and was usually dressed nicely, and tipped really well.

My attraction soon turned into a fear, as he would randomly give me... compliments? Well, not exactly. The way he said them really freaked me out. He would say things, such as, "Hey, Brown-Eyes. You look really good in that outfit today- but I bet you'd look better in something more of a blood-red." It wasn't exactly what he would say the horrified me, but the tone in which he said it. However, I usually just laughed it off. If I had responded, then my boss surely would have fired me, as the customer is ALWAYS right.

But the thing was, he always called me Brown-Eyes. After about 2 weeks of him- I later learned, his name was James Victor- he began to ask me out, every Friday night. Obviously, I turned him down, after all, if he scared me, just taking his order, then how would I be able to stand sitting next to him at dinner, or a theater??

The first night I turned him down, I told him I couldn't date, because my boss wouldn't allow it, with him being a regular customer, and all – In truth, it was the only reason I could think of at the moment.

That night, my boss was murdered in her apartment; a blood-red dancing slipper tied to her right foot, and on her wall, written in her blood was the chilling message: "Now can you, Brown Eyes?"

To say I was upset would be a lie. I was absolutely Terrified. I didn't see James again until that Friday night, where he asked me out… Again! This time, however, he asked me to go dancing.

I, of course, refused. By this point in time, the police had no leads on my boss, Lauren's, death, and no idea of whom the message could have referred to, and I didn't speak up, hoping it meant some one else, although I knew it had to be me.

"Why not?" James persisted, "Your boss is taken care of; how could she fire you?"

I stood my ground, insisting I had other things going on that simply could not be rescheduled.

James huffed in irritation and stormed out of the restaurant, and I swore I heard him mutter, "Damn Brunettes!" under his breath.

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Take a WILD guess……..

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(SHOCK, huh?)

-WZC