Oliver held the door open for her with a smile. He was really good at making people trust him. Lana could vouch for that. If anyone could play friendly that was Oliver Thredson. Cordelia walked inside looking around. She was so happy that she had her eyesight back. It made her job much easier and faster now. She could find the Academy with a snap of her fingers. She still hadn't figure out that she was further in the past that she wanted. A hand on her lower back brought her back to reality. "Have a seat until the cab arrives." The doctor smiled.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked her as soon as he called for a cab. Or should I say fake-called? Oliver had her exactly where he wanted her. He was using a similar plan to the one he used to trap Lana. But then he didn't want to kill or hurt Lana. He wanted her to be his mother and lover. This situation was different. Now his target was Cordelia and he just needed revenge.

The offer made Cordelia suspicious but she didn't want to appear rude. After all he was helping her, wasn't he? "Maybe a glass of water?" she smiled at him. Thredson walked into the kitchen. He filled a glass with water and threw some sleeping-powder in it. An evil smirk graced his beautiful features. It's been so long since he skinned a beautiful woman. Revenge was so sweet.

Soon enough he walked quietly back in the living room. He noticed that Cordelia was bouncing her legs up and down nervously and that caused a smirk to form on his face once again. "Here!" He smiled at her. Cordelia accepted the glass and took a large sip. She hadn't noticed that she was so thirsty. "Thank you. Where are my manners?" she sighed and stood up offering her hand "I am Cordelia Foxx." Oliver accepted the hand with a grin "It's a pleasure, Ms Foxx. I am Oliver Thredson." He gave her one of his most charming smiles. The moment he touched her hand, a vision forced itself into Delia's mind. She watched him killing women, skinning them, raping Lana. It was so disturbing. She wanted to vomit.

"Bloody-face." She murmured and tried to take a step back but Oliver gripped her hand harder and pulled her against his chest. "Exactly, my dear." He smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist trapping her there. Cordelia couldn't wrap her mind around it. That was not possible. He was dead. She was dreaming. There was no other explanation. "Let me go." She said through gritted teeth. She searched around desperately trying to find a way out. "Feisty! Just like Lana." He smirked and scanned her face. "Perfect skin." He examined her further. Cordelia felt like she was losing her senses. She felt tired. Her eyelids felt heavy. The sleeping-powder was taking effect.

Her eyes locked with his at the same moment. Hers were full of fear and desperation. His were amused and full of hatred but not for her. The hatred was because of Lana and his mother. Cordelia, for now, was as close as he could get to the both of them. When they looked at each other they both felt something like electrical energy passing through their spine, causing Oliver to let her go and Cordelia to collapse. Before she hit the floor though, Oliver grabbed her again. He kept telling himself that he did it as to not damage her skin. That was not true. He used the same technique with other women and he didn't care if they fall face first to the ground.

He pushed the thought to the back of his mind and scooped her up. His new house was similar to the previous one. It had a much better basement though. So, he scooped her up in his arms and made his way downstairs. He usually was tossing his victims around but this time it took him by surprise when he placed her gently on the bed. He placed a chain around her ankle and tossed a blanket over her body. After studying her face for a while, he exited the room. He preferred to kill her when she was awake so he can listen to her pleading as well as her cries.

When he finally went upstairs, he made a drink for himself and sat on an armchair in front of the fire. It was going to take a while until she woke up. While he enjoyed his drink, he couldn't help but wonder what happened when he held her close and locked eyes with her. He was sure he felt something. It startled him so much that he let her go. It never happened before and it confused him. If she wasn't dragged, she could easily escape. It would have blown up his cover and his ass would have ended up in jail. He was becoming careless again. Oliver Thredson wasn't going to let it happen.

Lost in thought, Oliver ended up sleeping there. Not that it mind. Cordelia couldn't escape. Speaking of Cordelia, the blond witch slept all night in the basement. When she finally woke up, she looked around trying to remember what happened and where she was. Her eyes scanned the room slowly.

The walls were a deep red, which gave a gothic style in the room. The bed was placed on black tiles the covered the center of the room. When she inspected the tools on the walls, she remembered where she was. Bloody-face held her hostage and was going to kill her. That much she knew. What bothered her the most, though, wasn't the fact that she was going to die. It was that no one was going to look for her. She sat up on the bed and that's when she noticed the chain.

It felt like she was living the story in Lana's book. The only difference? She wasn't special to Oliver. Not like Lana. This meant that her death was going to follow soon enough. She was a witch but she couldn't do anything. She didn't have any great power to deal with that situation.

Suddenly she heard steps coming down the stairs. Fear creep up at her. She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them for comfort. It wasn't helping much. "Finally you are awake." Oliver appeared on the doorframe smiling evilly at her. "Let's see what we are going to do with you." The dark-haired man said and walked towards the bed. Cordelia didn't take her eyes away from him. 'How can a handsome man like you be so cruel?' the woman thought examining him. "Pardon?" Oliver raised an eyebrow curiously. Cordelia hadn't realized that she had expressed her thoughts out loud. The minute she did, her face turned slightly red. What kind of woman thought her future killer to be handsome?

{Author's note: Thanks a lot for your reviews guys. It means a lot. I was waiting for someone to write a romantic story for those two but since no one did I decided to give it a try. I am glad you liked the first chapter. I hope you liked the second as well. And remember reviews make me happy. I'll try updating soon.}