Chapter 2 :
"Angel!" Phoebe screamed, too terrified to knock so she burst into the apartment. "He's back"
The writer's eyes grew wide at the sight before her, fear entering her body. Slowly she walked over to the body lying motionlessly on the ground. "Maureen?" She let out a shaky voice, tears threatening to come out. When Maureen didn't open her eyes Phoebe reached out and shook her. "Maureen! Wake up"
Maureen however didn't move, her body shook but her eyes didn't open. "Oh my god he killed Maureen! How could you?" tears started streaming down her face, her body now hovering over the diva's dead body as her own body shook with sobs.
"Phoebe?" Angel's voice quietly called out. "Chica what's wrong"
Phoebe slowly looked up. "What do you mean what's wrong"
"Why are you crying?" Angel asked.
Phoebe looked down at Maureen who was still not moving, her hand clutching the diva's tightly. "She's dead"
"Who's dead?" Joanne asked while coming out of the bedroom. Phoebe sat back on her heels, eyeing the two girls in front of her uncertainly. Maureen then suddenly sat up, a giant grin on her face. "Am I a good actress or what"
"Maureen...you're not dead..." Phoebe said, still a little confused.
"Nope..." Maureen chirped as she bounced up proudly. "But I made you think I was"
"Why...why would you do that?" Phoebe asked bitterly.
"Collins and I were playing a game." Maureen answered. "He stabbed me with his sword, and now I don't know where he is"
"Right here." Collins announced as he came out of the kitchen with a drink in hand. "All that playing made me thirsty"
"Well you could have warned me!" Phoebe shouted as she walked pass Maureen hitting her with her shoulder on the way to the couch.
Maureen scrunched up her eyebrows, her attention on Angel. "Does your sister always get pissed off when people are having fun"
"Maureen." Joanne warned while she reached out and pulled her girlfriend close. "There is obviously something bothering her"
Angel's face fell in worry while she followed her sister into the living room; Collins, Maureen and Joanne close behind.
"What's wrong honey?" Angel asked while taking a seat next to her on the couch.
"I saw him Angel..." Phoebe said fear consuming her voice. "First in my dream, and then right behind me"
Collins cleared his throat. "Jos"
"Don't." Phoebe cut him off. "Don't say his name"
"Sweetie Josh can't hurt you anymore." Angel said while rubbing a soothing hand up and down the writer's back.
Collins nodded in agreement. "Ang is right Phoebe; there is no way Josh can get you"
Phoebe sighed and wiped some tears away from her eyes, her body curling up against Angel's. "I hope you're right"
Later that night Phoebe walked into the loft, Mark quickly by her side.
"Pheebs are you alright?" Mark asked his arms quickly around her.
Phoebe relaxed into the touch, Marks embrace making her feel protected. "A little." Her eyes then fell on Mimi who was curled up on the couch with Roger. Mimi caught the writer's eye, and Phoebe gave her an apologetic look.
"Sorry for snapping at you earlier Meems." Phoebe said.
Mimi shrugged. "It's alright; if I would have known about the nightmare I wouldn't have said anything"
Phoebe smiled her eyes then moved to Mark. "Can you come lay with me"
Mark nodded with a smirk. "Of course"
Phoebe instantly curled up against Mark when they hit the mattress, the events of the day pulling her into a sleep.
"Hello Phoebe..." His husky voice called out.
Phoebe's body filled with fear, her eyes darting around the open field but there were no signs of him anywhere.
"Go away you can't hurt me!" Phoebe shouted.
"Can't I?" Josh laughed his voice full of evil.
Phoebe followed his voice, her face washing over with horror at the sight. In front of her there were seven graves set up, each one belonging to one of the bohemians. On the end she saw an eighth grave being dug, dirt flying into a pile. Then all of a sudden Josh's face popped up in front of her.
"You'll love it, I'm burring you right next to your weak ass lover"
Phoebe then felt a pain hit her back, causing her to jolt awake.
Sweat dripped from her body, her body bolting from the bed.
"Phoebe?" Mark called out, but it was too late Phoebe took off towards the bathroom.
Phoebe stood in front of the mirror, tears pouring down her cheeks. Slowly she turned around, looking at her back in the mirror. There across her flesh, were welt marks, a gift Josh had left her in her nightmare.
TBC...