Fears and Desires
Chapter One
Author's Note: In this story, Belle fell through the pinata and was the fifth victim instead of Cassie, which I think is the way it should have been on the show.
She swore softly under her breath, wishing she had brought her car instead of taking the bus. The rain poured down, dripping off the leather of her coat. Blonde hair clung to the sides of her face as she quickly mulled over which way to go. Her first instinct was to go around, walking along the public streets to the bus stop. But that would take too much time, she was cold and wet and wanted to go home.
The only other option was to cut through the grass field of Salem High. It would be fast but it was secluded and the idea of walking across the empty field alone made her heart thump wildly. Ever since the serial killer had taken her father's life at his own wedding, she had been more guarded, careful. Finally, she made a quick decision. She opened up her purse and pulled out a can of pepper spray. She didn't usually carry it but she felt like she had to now.
Her purse was heavier than usual, weighed down by the paperback novels in it. She had just been to the library to pick up two Harlequin romances. No one knew about her fascination with the books and she intended to keep it that way. She placed her finger on the trigger of the pepper spray bottle, preparing to use it in case of danger. The heels of her high heeled sandals were sinking into the ground, slowing her down. Her feet were numb and she finally realized how stupid it was to wear sandals in the middle of winter. Lucas had said as much but she had brushed his words away.
Rain was washing the snow away and she could make out darker patches where the snow had already dissolved into nothing. She moved ahead, cringing as lightning lit up the sky, followed by thunder. She frowned when the lightning lit up two silhouettes in front of her. Her eyes were adjusted to the lack of light and could make out the two outlines. One silhouette was crouched on the ground, his arm raising and lowering in sharp, proficient strokes. The other silhouette stood, his back turned to her as well, watching.
She walked even closer to them, then when lightning lit up the sky again, her loud gasp caused both people to turn and stare at her. In the few seconds that the lightning had illuminated the shadows, she had seen everything. The woman lying lifelessly on the ground, eyes frozen wide open, her mouth open in a silent scream and the two people turning to stare at her.
The one that had been crouched over had a long, thin object in his hand. She realized that it was a knife and began backing away. Her eyes shifted from the person with the knife, to the second person. The second person's eyes glittered icily and their lips twisted into a cold, calculating smile. She had seen that smile before and now it made her like every blood cell in her body had turned to ice.
The person with the knife advanced on her. Instinctively, she held the can out and pressed the button down. Spray hit the person's forehead and seeped into their eyes. She threw the can down, along with her purse and bolted, running as fast as she could.
"Go after her." the second person said over the first's persons pain-filled howls. She knew that, since she had not managed to spray directly into the person's eyes, she hadn't bought herself as much time as she would have liked. Her shoes were making it impossible to run as fast as she needed to, so she kicked them off and began running wildly for some escape from the killer.
She was on the concrete sidewalk now and flew by the abandoned bus stop. Everyone had ran for cover, to get out of the storm. She had to keep running, she couldn't let them kill her like they had killed her father. The sidewalk felt like sandpaper against her bare feet but she couldn't feel pain. All she could feel was fear, burning and intense. She had to get away.
Breathing became a chore as she continued running. She wouldn't look behind her but she knew they were there, slowly gaining on her. She had to get to somewhere public. It wouldn't be long before she couldn't breathe at all. Then she would have to stop, then they would catch her....
Her eyes locked onto the familiar wooden building in front of her and she sped toward it. There had to be someone she knew at the Brady Pub. She would run like hell until she got inside and then she would tell everyone what she saw. She would get the killers locked up for what they did to her father.
Her hands made contact with the door handle and she stumbled inside. Before she could come to a complete stop, she saw her Uncle Bo and Aunt Hope sitting at a table. They worked for the police, they could get the killers put behind bars. Before she could go over to them, she slid on the floor, which was slick against her wet, bleeding feet. She lost control and tumbled onto the ground, hitting her head on the back of one of the booths in the front of the pub.
Bo, Hope and everyone else who was at the Brady Pub, gathered around her. Her head was throbbing and she moaned loudly.
"They killed her." she tried to explain to them as they continued asking her if she was okay, "They were at the school. They had a knife....." everything went white at first, then a dark red and finally faded to black.
The stinging had finally stopped but now the person's eyes were stinging with anger. Through the doors of the Brady Pub, they saw a crowd gathering around her. They still couldn't believe she had outrun them. Who did she think she was?
The murder was supposed to go flawlessly, just like the rest of them had ultimately gone. They followed the young woman after she went out on the walk and attacked her once the rain had started. They were supposed to finish her off in that grass field in the storm and leave, undetected. But then she had to come along and ruin everything.
The killer hurried back in the direction of the school, knowing their partner was going to be upset that they let the woman get away.
The killer's partner met them halfway and held up a black purse. The second person's lips curled into a twisted smile.
"It's got her driver's license, her address, everything in here." the second person told their partner, not seeming very fazed that the woman had gotten away.
"She hit her head or something at the pub." the first person told them, "She's unconscious."
"Good." the second person nodded approvingly, looking in the direction of the Brady Pub, "You're dead, Samantha Gene Brady."