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The stalker part2
by elessar73
*** 2. chapter : History repeats itself ***
Oliver Blum paced the aisle of the basement from left to right, checking his clock by every turn he took.
"Damned," the young orderly hissed through clenched teeth. "Mary, where are you?"
Rubbing his hands cross his hair he wondered how he could have ended in a situation like this.
Flashback
Six months ago Mary Clark was submitted from L.A.-State-Prison to his station in the psychiatric ward 'Sun Valley'. When Oliver had seen her for the first time, he'd realized her gorgeous green eyes at once. He'd fallen for her the moment she'd blinked at him. Just the look had made him shudder and butterlies had started to dance in his stomach. His head had become the image of an overripe tomate, at least it had felt that way, when a wave of heat had rushed through his whole body. Embarrased by his reaction he'd turned away, but somehow he was sure, that the woman had noticed his reaction already. Mary'd smirked in his direction. She had found her prey. 'Men were so easy.' Oliver Blum had filled the papers and requested formulars and had learned that Mary was a murderer - a psycotic serial killer. His heart had skipped a beat-, this couldn't be true. He'd collected so much experiences with maniacs while working in the psychiatry and Mary just didn't fit in. Not for him, at least. The young man was eager to find out everything about Mary Clark, he'd wanted to understand what was going on in her mind. In the following days the orderly had volunteered for every available shift in the track, taking every oppurtunity to be near the woman. He'd observed her through the small window in the door while she was eating or sleeping and soon knew her by heart, he had thought. Ten days after they first had met, it finally had happened. Blum had lead Mary back to her room after her daily therapy session. He had an supporting arm around her shoulders when she'd suddenly turned her head into his direction. Green sharp eyes had stared in his face. Immedialtley Oliver'd felt his cheeks began to flush, sweat had appeared on his forehead. A smile had played around Mary's mouth but it hadn't reached her eyes, they had remained cold and icy, but Oliver was too far gone to notice. "Like what you see?" Mary had asked in a hoarse voice sending the young man nearly over the edge. Mary had leaned closer to his head and when her mouth finally had found his ear she'd whispered. "I can give you what you want. Since the first day you saw me you dreamed about touching me, right? I can see it in your eyes." Her breath had touched his earlope and Oliver'd felt arosal rising inside him. He'd let out a sharp breath. The sweat had ran down his face freely. 'Oh my God! This can't be happening.' He'd thought to himself. The next thing he'd felt was Mary's sweet and tender lips on his mouth. Her tongue had careesed his lips softly. The young man had moaned slightly fighting the feelings boiling up in him. Suddenly he'd felt a hand on his groin rubbing up and was more then Oliver could take. He'd pushed Mary roughly away from him. His breaths had come out in gaps. Oliver's mind was reeling, what he did was wrong, but he couldn't fight it. Roughly he'd dragged Mary into her room, in the knowlegde to find some privacy in there. Due to Prof. Sullivan's therapy concept there were no surveillliance cameras in the patient's rooms. The leader of the facility believed that his patients need their personal freedom to regain his health back. Prof. Sullivan had achieved amazing result with his therapy and was well accepted in the scientifically world. For Oliver it just came in handy, he had slammed the door shut and had hugged Mary tightly. It was all Mary could do not to giggle. 'Men are just stupid.' She'd let her hand glide down Oliver's tensed body rubbing softly across his chest. Her hands had finally found their goal. She'd opened his slacks and had let her hand slid into his boxers. The young man had grunted under her touch. Mary's eyes had lid up evily. 'Busted. You're mine.'
Flashback end
The ruttling of an iron door brought Oliver back into present. His blue eyes snapped back into focus. He hold his breath when the door slid open and Mary emerged out into the aisle. "You're fucking late." The young man hissed her way inventorring her apperance. He saw small red spots along her forearm and wondered if it may blood. But right now he didn't even bother to ask her. Without another word he grabbed the woman by her shoulders and pushed her along the way barley keeping his temper.
"What's wrong?" Mary asked in an innocent voice. She looked back over her shoulder her eyelids halfway closed giving her a shy touch. Oliver swallowed hard. Just that look had the power to melt him. He shook his head viogrously."You're late. The shift change is just thirty minutes away."
"Keep it low," She whispered his way. "It's early enough and ..." Mary smirked, knowing which buttom she had to push to keep the man on the line. "Thirty minutes are far more time than we need." In a vivid movement Mary turned on her heels finding herself eye to eye with Oliver. She tusseled his short blond hair with just her fingertips. The touch alone sent jolts of joy through the man's body. A perdoratery smile formed on Mary's face when she felt Oliver tremble under her touch. "Maybe you´re right." Oliver murmured through clenched teeth. It took all of his self-control to not kiss her right there. Mary turned back around walking through the dark basement till they reached the entrance to the secret passage that would lead them straight to her room. It really came in handy that the psychiatric ward was lodged in a rebuild castle with all its secrets, and an even better thing was, that Oliver knew everything about it.
The young man had a hint for history and old buildings. Curios as he was, he had studied the old maps and plans of the building he worked in and had found out, that a net of secret passages run through it and even led out of it. Asking why he had told Mary about it, he couldn´t recall the reason. It had just bubbled out of him, after the two had spent one of their 'special' nights together. Mary dissapeared directly into the bathroom when they entered her room. While Oliver heard Mary turning on the shower, he pushed the shelf, covering the entrace back in place. Just a few minutes later the woman stepped out again, barely covered with a towel. Dropletts of water hung in her hair and ran in small trickles down her face and throat till it was caught in the soft towel bound loosley around her chest. Oliver pressed her roughly against the wall and kissed her heavily on the mouth. He let his lips glided along her neck licking up the water. The taste was just amazing and while he really believed he was in control it was he who was wrapped around the woman's little finger. Mary let him believe what ever he wanted, she just reacted to his moves. She closed her eyes and let the assault happened. When the man was done he get his clothes back in shape and left the room without looking back, a satisfied grin on his face. The turn of the key in the door lock set Mary in motion. She grabbed the dismissed towel on her way back to the bathroom and threw it into the hamper. Her hands rubbed across her tired face-, she really was out of practice. Mary stared into the mirror, her green eyes stared back at her, emotinless, but lighting up, when she thought about the young man with the curly hairs, covered in blood and waiting to be found.
'You'll can't hide, Mickey.'
'Bitch!' Her mother's voice was back pushing her towards the edge again. 'I will prove to you than I'm valuable mommy!' She turned toward she shower. Her clothes laid in a heap on the ground. She stepped over them and started to rinse the tube. The flood of the water washed away the stains of blood. Mary watched the light red water vanish into the flowing off and with it all evidence pointing to her. When all the blood was gone she turned off the water, grabbed her clothes, folded them neatly and stowed them into the cabinet behind the extra towels.
Mary laid in her bed. She turned to her left side and opened the first drawer of her nightstand. The woman rumaged through its contents till she found what she was looking for. She squeezed her eyes shut for just a moment and prepared herself for the next step. When she opened her eyes slowly she focused on the picture she held in both hands, just a few inches away from her face. Her breathing became rapid while her vision changed from blurry to clear. ' Charlie.' She whispered caressing the photo slightly. Her body started to tremble while she pressed the picture to her chest letting out her breath in gasps. 'I still love you so. You'll get your second chance. I guess you earned it.' She smirked. After pressing a kiss onto the picture she laid it back into the drawer.´Our time will come.` Taking in a deep sigh she turned around driffting into sleep while imagining what to do next.
TBC
